{far from the beanstalk} shahe mankerian This is the room I watched you and mother sleeping in separate beds. I broke my hand in this room. You were hiding magazines in the closet; I reached behind sweaters when the chair collapsed. You didn't beat me. This is the room I avoided. You stormed in and tossed scrambled eggs at my mother in bed. She didn’t cook your favorite. That’s all. This is the room I met Coltrane, Komitas, and Chopin because you listened to record players when mother screamed. I slept in this room when mother took care for you all night in the hospital. You smelled death and I smelled your sweat under your blanket. In this room you fell as a giant in dirty pajamas. My giant. You. The ugly brown carpet was your last resting place before I watched you being wheeled out. |