Story Time

A black moth
on windowsill

Sharing
a story with
my daughter

Both Immersed
in the story

My whisper
embracing them
together

Fable

Once upon a time
in a village

Fearing the cot
grandfather
lay down to die
father lost his sleep

His stare
day and night
killed the sleep of
my mother

Frustration
in her eyes
made my sister and
me sleepless

Owl became
my surname
humiliation
swaddled our days

Yesterday
rewriting the
story of
our sleeplessness

My sister left
to sleep in
an ancient
pond of a prince

Now
my eyes are drowsy
feeling
the depth of
her rewritten story

Scarlet Nun

For Sylvia Plath


She split

An ocean into two
Walked
To the depth

Called Daddy
The bastard

A line of ants
Followed her
Black letters
Trailing ants

She split

A lightning into two
Walked

To the grave
Her Daddy lived

Story long forgotten

Story long forgotten
Retold by my baby

I never understood

Sad
She slept again in the womb