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the waters take my lies
down the street merging with
other untruths, deceptions, escapes
in a small river
of the world as it is not.

you float little boats
unsullied, unafraid, undeniable
in these murky waters.

fragile, absorbent, artless
they capsize. an afternoon
tragedy. a spattered heart,
a smudged brown face

come home to cry.
punishment has small
feet, leaves muddy prints
on the floor.

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7 responses to “untitled

  1. azhagu…

    Appadiya? Nandri.

  2. Lovely!

    “punishment has small
    feet, leaves muddy prints
    on the floor.”

    reminded me of another lovely line from Sharanya Manivannan’s poem, “How to eat a wolf”

    High praise, thank you! That ‘Wolf’ poem is brilliant, no?

  3. wow. i loved the third stanza the best.
    “fragile, absorbent, artless
    they capsize. an afternoon
    tragedy.”
    How lovely, how observant.
    I am going to come back in a few days and read it again, because it’s like that.

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