In re imagined beginnings

I/She runs barefoot,

Asphalt burning her soles

Towards the mountain,

Out of breath hoping to melt

The ice chips tucked within her ribs.

But she’ll look up and find a grave of people

Who used to love her, and I won’t tell her

They’re not dead and it’s true.

She wouldn’t believe me if I said

They are just strangers now.

Boxes of memories, all packed beneath the dirt

She places parts of herself at each station and leaves

A ghost.

I think leaving your childhood feels like

Being carried to your bedroom from the car

Pretending to sleep, a blanket of dark light.

I hope you can hear your sibling’s laughter

From the next room.

Inspiration:

“ I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party. I hope you can hear the laughter from the next room”. By lilies abounded

Memoria (2021) Directed by Apichatpong Weerasethakul