Family Stories

Part II

1.

Once upon a time there were two
homeless boats, one belonged
to me the other belonged
to my other sister, we were first
inseparable then things went
off track one day she said
I'm leaving
where are you heading she said
towards the ocean, I'll find
a bay I want to live
my way oh how I couldn't go
who'd meet
my parents' dream and need, the following day
she left and
I stayed


2.

I'm a collector of everybody's feelings
I consist of other people's expectations
I feel upset unless every single person in the room
feels fine
I find myself uneasy till I calm everyone
I can't find out my right to wander until I place
every guest in the right room

I'm restless waiting in case someone changes his
or her mind, I then willingly change
my own agenda to match those of all
around me, I'm so happy to appeace
and please, I feed others
on my life energy, how could I use it
to my own benefit if there are people
craving elsewhere

I'm not going my own way, I'm not going
anywhere, how could I rid you
of my precious presence

Yes, I will take a good
care of all of you, I'll pretend
I'm waiting my turn, my turn will
never come, I've known it
from the very start, I must have
agreed on this vicious circle

my advantage is
I'm placed in the centre

at the cyclon's core
it's forever quiet

I'm forever safe
in the cyclon's eye


3.

I am a daughter of a motherless mother
My mother walks along the streets
of a suddenly unfamiliar town
carrying a rag doll she sewed
for herself, her mother runs

the streets of her home town
to which she no longer lends
a recognition, on her way
she smashes the shop windows
she throws stones
on mannequins
wearing white night gowns

there's one placed in every window

she could pass for a ghost
if it weren't for the glass in pieces
on the pavement

my little mother presses
the rag doll to her flat chest
terror reflected in the button eyes
she'd sewn herself
onto the doll's face
so that she could
see