Tuesday, March 7

 This morning walking to get the car there is grey everywhere: the streets, the sky, everywhere.   A woman walked toward me.  As she got closer I could see my name tattooed across her chest. 

I know my mother is alive because this morning the nurse called my house accidentally but once or twice a week I dream she has died and I wake with some phantom pain.

2 comments:

hitaakademi said...


Ankara'da profesyonel ağda hizmeti
ankara erkek agda hizmette
sinir tanimiyor...

hitaakademi said...



Ankara merkezli etkili sunum teknikleri
sunan Haluk GÖKŞEN arı kovanı
eğitimi ile sistematik bir yapı sunuyor.