Elucidating Questions

Standing beside a small window into someone’s life

Can it be defined in pages and words that fall?

Is the window open crisscrossed with the spiderwebs of telling the story

And reality blurrily slips through the cracks

Do you have memories that aren’t as true as they seem can you tell the story of others without turning them

Into a story

A sensation.

Woven together with the trials, requirements, expectations of girlhood and the way it sticks

Sickly like tree sap.

No one wants to let the little girl grow up.

The words and associations.

The same?

Similar?

CDs, diskman, walkman, cassettes, the last rotary phone.

The last time you picked up the phone to hear the internet screaming on the line.

What do we share, what don’t we?

Scraped knees and falling down when pride still made you jump back up and say

I’m fine

While life dripped down your shin.

I remember sitting on the other side of a great hole in the ground filled with the water of a billion crying clouds

And knowing my grandmother was dying on the other side.

Helpless hopeless lost

How did you get found when you lost your mother?

In this land of repetition

Birth and loss

Death and growth

In the web of tales woven in the window.