Songs of Anisha
“Voices From The Inside Of My Head,”
by Abigail George
He fell asleep at his desk.
I think to myself that he
Just nodded off. He just
Fell asleep but a ghostly night
Of tomorrow discovered
There’s a supernatural
Surface found underground.
Beneath the chilled earth
After a burial. People gather
Around saying nothing of
Their own grief and loss.
Instead they eat potato salad until they are sated.
Nibble at noodles. Drink tea.
The roots mark the eternity
Of a sleeping tree in the
Cemetery. Everyone walks
Around with serious and
Grave faces. The sunlight-glow
And all of these natural wonders.
All of these natural things.
I walk and walk in circles
Talking to myself in my head.
What evidence is this?
My father fell asleep at his desk.
My father passed away in his
Sleep. My father died in an accident.
My father is alive and well.
My father is growing weaker
In a hospital home. I thought
Soon we would have to make
Preparations for his funeral. I
Thought he wasn’t going to come home.
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