zodiac-jeopadiced

poem participates in thursday poets rally poetry

you dont have to tell me,
I know the day
I was born,
just cant remember,
when and whre,
I cant remember
whether it rained,
or,
it snowed,
I cant remember
whether it
happened,
in the desert,
or it occurred
while my mother,
was trapped
inside a bunker,
packed in a refugee truck,
shot in the fighting squad,
while still in pain,
the pain of carrying me,
the pain of ogling eyes,
the pain of raspy lips,

I dont wish to remember any of it,

I cant tell you even the position
Of the stars,
who mocked my birth,
Inside that
suffocating grave,
where my mother bled
to her death.