Social Ilex's Journal

The other night
as I was drifting off to sleep
I wrote a letter to my mother in French,
a letter to my brother in Mandarin Chinese,
and an letter to my father in German.
It just-
they all-
just drifted away,
slipped away.

in the morning
I am left with nothing


i'm a little piece
of plaster
always counting
how far apart
i really am