Poetry Train Monday # 4- Magda & Georgios at the Cancer Clinic
(Or: Meditations, Superstitions and Lies)
“Who says our childhood years are the most carefree? No, no Magda. They are bitter, tormented years - when you want and want, and the grown-ups keep saying, ‘Don’t this, don’t that’; and the world outside your door is an infinite sea you cannot grasp. You are a small boat without anchor. In the distance you see Ithaca and you long to grasp this mythical place. You wish to count it on all your ten fingers. You extend your reach when whap, whap the teacher’s ruler snaps against the back of your right hand making you cringe as if you’ve touched the bloated body of a dead man. ”
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