Yiayia is home from the moon

She’ll be out of bed/ as soon as the nurse comes to hold her wires and tubes– those android veins delivering hospital food and hospital oxygen–and the cyborg nervous system reading the vitals of her body,/ a body more fleshy than ever/ and I to steady her cold bones/ and walk two, three steps with her to the chair “na sikoth√≥” she says in her tired voice./ She’ll put her feet on the cold floor/ and walk like an astronaut home from the moon.

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About Garrett Kiriakos-Fugate

grad student in Islamic studies, student of architecture, queer, radical moose+lamb, language nerd, folk dancer, musician, lover of books and writing
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