issue 33 > poetry > baron hoeber
-
Proximity
by Ditta Baron Hoeber
yellow by Ditta Baron Hoeber
untitled
I didn’t mind it so
when my mother died
as she returned for the event
after years lost to her own laughter.
she returned just in the nick
and joked with the nurses
who kindly escorted her home.
and left me alone
to close her eyes.
grey step by Ditta Baron Hoeber
proximity by Ditta Baron Hoeber
from "forget": part ii
sometimes.
when I am spoken to
I look at the birds out the window.
not everyone
is interested in me either.
the birds careen around the sky.
I used to be patient but
I am not. now.
in photographs of the past
I see that the past was mistaken.
or I was mistaken.
but my camera is not mistaken
only brutal
sometimes.
from "forget": part iv
everything you ever said
hit
often
I answered with silence
but nothing missed me
•
now you are unreachable
and undesirous of connection
•
I am the ash that is all that remains
from "forget": part v
eating
fork to mouth
taste chew forget.
spoon to mouth
forget.
breathe in
smell.
forget.
forget forget forget.
small lights by Ditta Baron Hoeber
( )
you ask a question.
I see flash cards
and can’t remember my arithmetic.
(nakedness)
I want to speak about
don’t ask about my clothes.
ask
about my beautiful mother.
I had beautiful legs
hence my long skirts.
hiding from
her naked wrath?
it is easier to write
than to speak
with you watching.
the thing large enough
to contain
my mother’s nakedness
is a drawing.
I make a drawing.
which I show
no one.
but I tell you.
you ask a question.
I make a drawing.
I show the drawing.
still you ask.
still I do not remember my arithmetic.
I want to live without being watched.
but what is it I want to tell you?
what is the drawing?
the drawing
is my nakedness.
taxi by Ditta Baron Hoeber
8 minutes 52 seconds by Ditta Baron Hoeber