27.
We’ve been expecting
you
All of us
Had chosen your
welcome gifts
Fluffy hugs and moisty
kisses
The plane had almost
crashed
Almost
Had laid down on the
airport runway
As if on froth
We’re on a truce with
every God
Cerebral hypoxia
Nothing could have
gone wrong
With the exception of our
flowery expectation
Smoking our way
through
Tiny bits of
information
Scrolling down our
cell phones
No news would be welcome
In the end all hope
was dashed
An edge
The end of a crucial
subway
A teary cloth
Walking through
fridges filled with wizened fruity tartelletes
I’m counting twenty
seven mothers, so far
