My mother’s books
I go through
My mother’s things
now that she is gone
books and books
and more books
and the online record
she used to prevent
duplicate buying
a database of her library
pictures she added of the cover
book in her lap
I can see her legs framing it
holding it in place
and I miss her
The Asylum
My body
fizzed and hummed
with the energy
like electricity
and my hair standing on end
all over me
the energy of the place
no one there
but I could
feel them
their essence
all around
wanting me to
share their lives
Til I am done
I live my life
like I write
til I am done
~ Amba Elieff