Family Narrative by Cami Park
There was food and we ate. When we were tired, we slept. We don’t remember anger or confusion, but sometimes, fear. The times we were thrown into the air and waited to be caught.
I am these boxes and hands.
Rainwater windowpanes
Scattered capsules.
The first thing they noticed when
They landed was
The horizon
Precise in the distance
An envelope ready to fold.
The second
The eyes of their hosts.
Convex spoons reflecting nearby fires.
Dark aquariums. |