My auntie says look at the difference in the colours of our skins one lighter than the other (both brown) in the hot air one sweaty the other dry I hold her hand. We talk about race I guess and I feel uncomfortable so does my sister the fan hums my grandmother grandfather have not died and they sit near and chat I hold my auntie’s hand cool and smooth. I hold my sister’s hand raised and hot damp her hair sticks many insects have bitten her and me but less me each bite like a growing bulb pink and sore near to erupt. We scratch until they scab yellow red shields I need to pull away to get the itching treasure underneath we cut our nails short and can’t get the treasure treasure upon treasure erupting over our entire beings I want the treasure. I do not want the treasure temporary and diseased like eating so many potato chips you regret because of your stomach and head upset from salt. My auntie’s hand soothes me she asks a riddle what colour do all human bodies share in common white teeth I say whites of the eyes oh pupils black pupils my sister says white nails my auntie looks alarmed. No blood we stroke and slap our bites for relief and wake up bleeding small bubbles of blood on the sheets not from the insects only from unconscious scratching I want to bite off all the treasure mines and scratch them forever and wish my skin calm smooth like my auntie.
გამოხატეთ თქვენი აზრი მოცემული ლექსის შესახებ კომენტარის სახით!..
