Ivana: Mamman

IVANA

Mamman

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The door opens.
-it's you!-
my finger to my lips,
she doesn't say my name.
   Mamman!  ~I missed her
-I brought two towels,
 you'll have to do with one each,
 your clothes also,
 I'd kept them inside with the rainy season-
honestly, I love Mamman, she's wonderful
-I'll bring dinner in ten minutes,
 as well as your bedding,
 for now, clean up!-
she leaves.
I pull the curtain across with difficulty,
my shortness in the way.
I clean my hands and face in the sink.
fresh rainwater, love the smell.
I dry off and change.
a voice from the curtain:
-she's your mom?-
  no but nearly, you done?
-yes-
I go to draw the curtain,
but he easily overreached me and pulled it aside.
   you look a lot better,
   much better for traveling I mean
thick pants and a short linen tunic,
I notice a thick sweater on top of his backpack,
and his hair is brushed.
   You have a brush?
-yes, do you want to use it?-
caught off guard
   no, yes, I mean, it's fine.
he hands it to me, and I take it.
my knotted hair is roughly braided,
I'm still brushing when Mamman returns.
Mamman's voice:
-open the door?-
I do so
-I brought hammocks,
 dinner, sleeping bags,
 breakfast for tomorrow?
 I assumed you'll be leaving early.
 I brought your change of clothes dear,
 and lunches for tomorrow-
    thank you Mamman
she leaves.
I leave the brush aside and hook up my hammock,
he does the same.
   We might as well eat,
I hand him his plate
   What's your name?




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