Deliveries

She was back into my life after a long sejours how could I not welcome her at the table after so many suns and moons Having crossed the oceans of reality, my dream was a surreal bizarre reel, featuring my sister sitting at a table ogling whimsical canopies. She says "I'm hungry," but when it comes time to eat, she can't , Large strips of duck tape pasted on both mouth and nose. "so I could breathe better" was all she says; I remember a much younger Lupita, telling me she dreamt of midnight chocolates wrapped in silver paper with blue stars on them. It's been six long years since I last saw her the silence between us has epoxied turning into a gluey exhibit; Probably both of us are starving for mother's homemade milk soup, Though mom has been dead for eons, like the Divco truck that rattled our glass bottles like the memory of father on the balcony holding a paintbrush, smelling of tobacco and paint, This fantasmal dream of mine has no beginning, and certainly no end.