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Indian Sun is in my Veins

Indian Sun is in my Veins

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 […]

jacob’s ladder

jacob’s ladder

I feel like a Jacob’s Ladder: Sticks and ribbons And empty air. My hip is dislocated And I find heaven here.

parasite

parasite

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

Oh, India

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

grace

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

strong tower

strong tower

Your Name is a strong tower Even when My voice is too scathed too utter it And I’m too weak to run in.

This is it

This is it

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.

the voice

the voice

The voice uncoiled and raised its head like a viper.

The lame girl who stares at the ceiling fans

The lame girl who stares at the ceiling fans

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 […]

Underneath the spinning fans

Underneath the spinning fans

Underneath the spinning fans I feel so cool I wonder if I only imagined a time when I Would cry In the hundred degree Afternoons