Sunday, March 26, 2017



Today, I went to Lulu and nearly got sick of seeing the excessive consumerism. Today I tried hunting for vazhakoombu (banana blooms) and muringa poo (moringa flowers) I got neither. I have thought about you so much in the last several months. I secretly visit that old, old blog of yours. The few poems that you left there. I turned 31 this year. When I first spoke to you, I was only 22. How old are you now? 

Today, I am more dissolved. disarticulated. disintegrated. Delightfully unsure of where I stand, what I am. No more a woman, but an arboreal ecosystem of connected, secret loves, loveliness and loneliness.
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1 comment:

Rainy Goodwill said...

I am glad that you started writing again