BPR 50 | 2023
With her voice
 of creaking wood
the armchair tells
 of when I was little
 and nestled
 in my father’s lap.
Exhausted
 by the weight of his absence,
 the chair is
 riddled with termites.
BPR 50 | 2023
With her voice
 of creaking wood
the armchair tells
 of when I was little
 and nestled
 in my father’s lap.
Exhausted
 by the weight of his absence,
 the chair is
 riddled with termites.