Verity Azario
Lang Arts Senior Work
I'M MOBILITY
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On August 10th 2017, Nonna, my grandmother, Brenda Azario, who was suffering from terminal cancer, recorded a video titled “Goodbye.” In it, she speaks to her grandchildren and children. Each family member was delivered the video via a usb stick in a pink satin pouch. In her address, the word LOVE is mentioned only once towards the end.The words success, perseverance, and achievement are repeated and stressed throughout the recording. She tells us (me), “do not be afraid of the difficulties of life, as they provide so many learning opportunities”.
“Do not be afraid” she says
as she is dying.
Home body
I am inside both
My body houses me
my home times two
I sit by the fire coddled by my Mum.
Flaming bouts of periodic anger and hurt cannot compare
to the roaring love I feel for my first home.
A frightful storm formed when we moved
Half a world between us
I lived with another mother,
my Father’s now
Nonna
This displacement shook the foundations that I had
meticulously built with balletic precision.
I escaped my body and home high up a Primrose Hill.
Rejecting due maintenance the dust piled up
allergic to my own reflection.
The bills bounced back unfed
I couldn’t bother to heat up last week’s pathetic excuse of a meal.
The only space I learned
to be safe
was within the walls of my bedroom
My body laid scared.
I began to edit
visually organise the thoughts that could not be deciphered.
Some items at home
remain of that time.
Objectified memories personified into children of my own,
They stand alone now
but I housed them first nonetheless.
It takes a long time to build a home
perhaps it is only completed in death.
It begins with just the building blocks of past lives
a bucket to vomit in when you get homesick.
Passing on others- grandkids
Child you will find in your home the complexities of a simple life
some tools to better their own.
My home insulation is thicker now
Because of the time when I lived with my Nonna
I don’t own a fire pit
Or a freezer
I do not freeze even in the coldest of winters.
I dance
I dance to remind myself that speaking need not be sonic.
My body
a citizen of the world
as were those of the women who birthed me.
Home need not have borders
There are ceiling cracks that sometimes leak,
but teardrops are necessary
the antidote to boredom.