My mother tells me
she hopes I get married soon
but she forgets
she didn’t really want to be married
She didn’t really want a white dress
she didn’t need a framed picture of her wedding day
Or any picture at all
she didn’t want her relatives
or her husband’s family
at the City Hall
Nor at the reception.
she lit a cigarette at the ceremony
to protest against being robbed of youth and
I can’t even imagine her say “Yes” sometimes.
I wanted to be married once
Maybe three times
I even made a joke that I might as well do it this year
To a complete stranger
in a strange language
that asks for strange currencies
or a grapevine
My mother told me
she hopes I stop in this station
leave my bags on this floor
rest my heart on this dinner table
and eat it too
But how can I imagine myself say “Yes”
to anyone else other than
and my youth?
Ioana Cristina Casapu is the Managing Director of Art Parasites Magazine. She likes Brian Eno, airports and never says no to a good old Gin&Tonic.