International Women’s Day

“8th of March is the day of the rebellion of the working women against the kitchen slavery. Down with the oppression and narrow-mindedness of the household work!”


My heart looks like an oyster. An open oyster, a big mouth waiting for a little bit of debris to fall inside in order to turn it into a milky pearl. Stuck in the silky sand, it beats in a perpetual gasp, facing the blinding turquoise and the fleeting silhouettes of fish. I’ve tried filling it with words, but they run like blobs of ink in the water. Words will never cake in this soft, pink, hungry surface. Yet they’re all I have, so I keep pouring them in hopes that something will stick. An image, a promise perhaps.

There go my memories of things yet to happen. Watch them leave me as they dilute into the ocean, see their graceful volute flight.