DNA

                       my mother.
That ghost is       
                     my grandmother.
           fleeing
She is              avoiding. She calls this love.
           trapped

It keeps her spirit tied to Earth.

                 I love you
She said                       and choked on the words.
                 mahal kita

I know her by the bite of her words.
     grasp
I                her not knowing what she wants.
      push

I fall right through her anyway.

 

©Gabriela Llarena