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Aperture or Heaven

Almost Dorothy? | Photo by Neil de la Flor

Ma found this photograph in the oven. She never cooks so she thought it would be a safe place to place her treasured memories like the photograph she took of us with her time lapse camera.

Ma found us to be separate, yet distinct, misshapen and disheveled devil-dogs.  I had to pee, and Ma had to do #2, but we stuck it out till the camera snapped then we raced to the bathroom. You can tell by my height that I let ma win. She always wants to be the winner. I always want her to wind or win.

Ma found this quote on the Internet:

“The world—whatever we might think when terrified by its vastness and our own impotence, or embittered by its indifference to individual suffering, of people, animals, and perhaps even plants, for why are we so sure that plants feel no pain; whatever we might think of its expanses pierced by the rays of stars surrounded by planets we’ve just begun to discover, planets already dead? still dead?…whatever we might think of this measureless theater to which we’ve got reserved tickets, but tickets whose lifespan is laughably short, bounded as it is by two arbitrary dates; whatever else we might think of this world–it is astonishing.” -Wislawa Zymborska

Ma found Wise-lawa to be an extraterrestrial.

Ma found herself without tickets to the theater.

Ma found a way to climb into the theater without detection or tickets.

Ma found my shoulders to be made of steel and just the right height to leap from and break into unmentionable places like palaces and other astonishing worlds like Whole Foods and AMC.

Ma found a small world inside her bra and offered it to me like it was a real world with real plants and animals.

Humans, ma finds, are an astonishing mess of a race.

Ma found a vast expanse of tundra painted purple and pink and orange peel orange by the loyal sun on this world.

Ma found a cute house in my bedroom to put into this world. She found Barbie a suitable replacement.

Ma found an arbitrary date to move us into this world thinking that this world would save us from the incessant blah blah blah of crickets.

Ma found a camera with an aperture that reveals the origin of poetry.

Ma found my face in front of that aperture, the opening aimed at a world she could not understand or fathom. I am too tall.

Ma found release releasing the trigger and now we have a photograph of the kitchen trash hanging above the trash.

Whatever you think of my world, ma said, I always aimed for heaven.


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