If I could understand why my mind sways
why it is not satisfied with surface existence
creating mystery and mischief
illegalities
why it is not real in spiritual emptiness
why it needs danger and complications
adventures on the London bridge
the night
the kiss
on the verge of the Tamise
why
can’t it concentrate deeply
on cooking in the domestic cauldron
why my mind
flies
to your lips
At the Christmas table my father in law
quotes Marx and says that Lenin was a righteous fellow
I think he says it for me to hear it
but I don’t know
At the Christmas table my mother in law
never talks about politics
and is very devoted to catholic faith
but turns the blind ear to everything
as long as it pays
I sit at this Christmas table
eating their borsch
and feeling quite stupid and dumb
while thinking about my atheist aunt
who was rotting in communist prison
for rejecting the pravda’s of Lenin and Marx
My father in law
is sitting next to me and I don’t know why on my right
again quoting Engels and Marx
and I am eating this salty borsch
thinking about my grandpa’s running away from the Soviet’s hands
I want to get up
but my mother in law
pours into my plate just a little more
of her
sour Christmas borsch.
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