[New post] Elegy, with a Glimpse of My Father in the Bathroom

Luisa A. Igloria posted: " It is evening, and he steps into that green- tiled cell and turns the light switch on. In my unfinished house next door, from where I stand at the second floor window, I can see the toothbrush holder, the top of the covered plastic bin for collectin" Via Negativa Elegy, with a Glimpse of My Father in the Bathroom Luisa A. Igloria Nov 16 It is evening, and he steps into that green- tiled cell and turns the light switch on. In my unfinished house next door, from where I stand at the second floor window, I can see the toothbrush holder, the top of the covered plastic bin for collecting water. How he bends his head over the sink as he coughs, then brings a square of toilet paper to his mouth. In their room, out of sight, my mother presses a cool cloth over her eyes. One bird beats its wings against the roof, looking for those that have fled. It is just months before the earth under our feet trembles, bringing down the world we knew; months before we dress him in his best suit, lay him out on the bed. It takes three days before we can get a coffin, and flies to lead rescuers to bodies pinned under the rubble. Comment Manage your email settings or unsubscribe. Trouble clicking? Copy and paste this URL into your browser: https://www.vianegativa.us/2023/11/elegy-with-a-glimpse-of-my-father-in-the-bathroom/

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