GloPoWriMo: Day 11

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The age that I am now

Twenty-four years ago,
When I was thirty-four,
I called upon
My future self,
Who is the age
That I am now.

Plump, jolly,
With a face unlined
By loss or sorrow,
She is nothing like
I am now.
We both wear a
Long braid draped
Down our back
But there, the similarity
Ends.

What did I lose
To become
Who I am now?

I lost weight,
The grounding rhythm of my monthly cycles,
A few jobs, a few houses–
None that weren’t replaced
By something better–
Many friends, not replaced,
A vast region,
That had been home.

I lost my dad
Or rather,
His earthly presence.
I lost my sense
Of an unchanging self

Exchanged for
Breath
A column of
Amber light
Flowing from
Crown to toe.

To shed one’s
Skin isn’t easy.

Where is the future self
That I was to become?
I don’t know
Which garden
She sits in
Wearing her
Calico skirt
Tending red nasturtiums

Not in this
Desert garden
With blue poppies
And lupin,
Where I stand,
Breathing,
In blue jeans
And a t-shirt.

The future brings
Loss
Too incalculable
To name.
I have no use for it.

But it will
Never come.
It will
Always be
Now.
And now,
I can withstand
Anything.

Daily Prompt: Write “a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions ‘What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?’,” from the Na/GloPoWriMo site.

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Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Ayden 2

A reply to: A letter from Ayden

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Hi, Ayden. Thanks for answering all my questions! Now I know lots about you!

What do you want to know about me?

What’s it like to have so many brothers and one sister?

I only have one brother, and I am the sister. I think I would like to have four brothers, especially if they were little. Then, it would be like having a club at home every day.

Now for the club report. I guess I should say, “Now for the Now! report!”

Now! Reporting for duty! Listen Now! It’s Now! Or Never! Would you like to be in a club called Never? When do we meet? Never. Where are you going? Never. That would be Nowhere. We could have a club called Nowhere Never Noway. Going to club? Noway! Where does it meet? Nowhere! When does it meet? Never.

Actually, it meets Now!

Anyway. So, I thought I would tell you about some of the other kids in the club besides you and me.

First, there is Fatima. I think you will like Fatima. The kids at school used to tease her because she has holes in her shoes. They called her “Rag-Foot.” And she wears a hijab which makes her look really cute. But the stupid-brains called her “Rag-Head.” So now they called her “Rag-Foot Rag-Brain.”

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I told them to stop and I sort of punched them. Well, not sort of. I punched them. One of them, I punched in the stomach really hard and it was all squishy! I hope that doesn’t make you mad at me. It was really fun! Then I realized maybe it’s stupid to think it’s fun to punch kids, even if they’re mean kids. So I said I was sorry. Because I was. I wrote each of the mean kids a letter. In the letter, I said that I had fun punching them. And maybe they had fun calling Fatima names. But just because punching them was fun, that didn’t make it right.

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And just because calling someone who has holes in her shoes and wears a hajib names might be fun, that doesn’t make it right. Because if what’s fun makes someone else sad, it’s not really fun tomorrow. It’s only fun today. Because tomorrow, you have to look at a sad kid, who might feel really bad, and that’s not fun.

But Fatima isn’t a sad kid anymore.

She’s happy.

After dinner, she and Billie Jang and Billie Jang’s mom and me meet up in the square. If you lived here, you could meet up in the square with us.

We have story contests. Fatima told a story about a girl who turned into a pumpkin.

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Billie Jang’s mom told a story about an artist who painted sunflowers.

Billie Jang’s mom also wears a hijab, but she calls it a scarf because she wears it for “artistic reasons” not “religious reasons.”

I think I wear my T-shirt with the plum blossoms on it for artistic reasons, but I wear the rubberbands for practical reasons.

Billie Jang says she wears orange overall-shorts for fun.

What do you like to wear, and do you wear anything for art or for practical or for religion?

I wish you lived in our city so you could play with us after supper. I would like to hear your stories that you tell!

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Later, Ayden! Do you have a nickname?

Bye,

Joo-jee

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