ACT 1: EXPOSITION
there are days,
father is here to stay,
and there is so much to do
that mother can’t breathe.
and there are days
father is away
and there is so little to do
that mother.
can’t
breathe.
ACT 2: RISING ACTION
sometimes we have
family discussions
and as we talk,
talk and talk;
mother drowns,
drowns and drowns;
the pressure cooker screams,
screams and screams;
until the maid runs in,
crying
someone in her village is dead
Amma nods her head
in empathy.
ACT 3: CLIMAX
mother, her tongue,
Slips, slides and stumbles over
this foreign language
her husband and children converse in
so effortlessly -
A world she is invited to, but not welcome in.
Hovering on the threshold,
never in, nor out
we watch her performance
with sympathy.
ACT 4: FALLING ACTION
Mother should leave.
But won't.
Can't.
The implicit permission to rebel not granted.
Sometimes she looks at me
the way I look at myself:
abandoned. betrayed. lost. alone.
ACT 5: RESOLUTION
I declare
parenthood is not for me,
&
motherhood is prison.
mother laughs.
“why?” I demand,
terrified of her answer.
“silly girl” she chortles
“you remind me so much of me!”
“Do you think I was any different,
when I
was you?”