1
(The unclear definition of unlucky charm)
Few great moments had escaped
From the variety of sweet boredom
Under the pergola
In midsummer after 8 o'clock
In the evening nearly three decades ago.
I see now that my brother jumping
On the folding bed outside in the yard,
My hands smelling of watermelon
Holding your wool ball,
And you saying something unintelligible:
"You're fish bait for the wasps."
Was the greatest grandma.
2
(A mouthful of dreams)
Here is what the essence of being means:
I’m under that pergola again, same wasps
Fooling around my watermelon
But this time I speak, in a manner that reminds
Of Prometheus chained,
'Who gave you the right, Grandma?
Did you not know I’m here
For a mouthful of dreams?'
And it’s interesting how things remain the same,
How they fall into the wormhole of prophesies,
Once again.
“If you can’t change your fate by playing the flute
Change your future by playing the mandolin.” She says..
That indigo lady whose tears are watermelon seeds
I dare not swallow, nor spit out.
