BPR 50 | 2023
With her voice
of creaking wood
the armchair tells
of when I was little
and nestled
in my father’s lap.
Exhausted
by the weight of his absence,
the chair is
riddled with termites.
BPR 50 | 2023
With her voice
of creaking wood
the armchair tells
of when I was little
and nestled
in my father’s lap.
Exhausted
by the weight of his absence,
the chair is
riddled with termites.