Anne Parian

from Monospace

Beyond the margin
I make a dock out of planks
and jump to the other side

assuming you followed me
diagonally

There you can’t care about the figures
the motherly woman placed
in the foreground
smaller in the background
growing distant in the sunset

I try to reveal which precise place
gilt-edged
witnessed my birth

would be a momentary memory
you see perfectly
that I speak with you about it
as I do with the others