I was not ready
when the gift arrived.
Today I cannot share my laugh,
The debt of ashes
was climbing up.
My room was full of friends.
Wind was coming in,
wind was going out.
And I was trying to convince them
What was I dreaming? Mutation versus creation?
Botox? Somebody removing the wrinkles?
Augmenting the breasts with implants?
Death was another name of birth?
Now I was transfixed:
Love birds were feeding their kids!