The Indian sun is in my blood It rushes, boiling, through my veins It scourges And it lights a fire It spins up sunstorms, fire breathing And, like a dragon, rages through me Slithers, scuttles, swoops, and flies And as it simmers underneath – My […]
You are a parasite You’re making me Emaciated Draining me Drinking me up In one surreptitious sip I can Feel all my bones I can Breath only thinly For my lungs are shriveling up And I have nothing left in me
Oh, India, you are my potter And India, you are my bread and water And India, you are the sunlight in which I flourish And the jingling bells of my anklets Yes, India you are my pet cow pretending to be sacred And you are […]
Grace patiently untangles me, takes the noose and lovingly unstrangles me breathes into my lungs, uncovers me, washes my wounds with saltwater, and dresses me softly sings until I fall asleep and then – sweet grace – becomes even my dream
This is what I sound like When my bones have broken This is what I look like When I’ve just awoken And this is what I smell like When I’m drenched in fear And this is what I feel like When I die here.
I stare at the ceiling Ceiling fans, ceiling fans Ring around the rosy Heaven will be (I know, I know) A place where ceiling fans blow All day long Cool and strong Cool and strong I stare at the ceiling Ceiling fans, ceiling fans Ring […]