Random (I)

all the leavings

in secret
your father gathered
his feet
and left.
because you were
turning into
a ball right
inside your mother. and
each day you formed
into a bigger balloon. and.
your mother, she looked
every second like
you’d burst out of her
and run after your dad. but
where would you go?
he had packed all his feet
and left you. and left me
with a kind of hunger that
ate me up for years.
i think his fear
was a kind of confidence
that refused to be
anything else.

leonell echa