tear glands

10:30 in the evening
october 29,
she went out the room
down to the ground floor
to the kitchen to have her
choco,

she could not sleep
something bothered her

between the kitchen and the
garage was a glass window
and in the left corner was
a string hammock,
it was cold

but there was no restlessness outside as
the leaves of the nearby tree
were still as a post

the hammock rocked itself
the hammock rocked itself so hard like a storm to her head

and then she remembered her father.

when her father died ten years ago,
her tear glands dried.