Upturning the pecking order of ducks, snails,
crabs, cranes. Everybody replying in gifs. Red silk
cotton blooms haranguing our windows. A copy of
Bluets magically falling in my hands. A dhole finding its fill
of the antelope. My mother becoming iridescent,
radiant as a hummingbird’s gorget, tasting sky.
Laughing doves shutting up. More confetti. More
Madhubani motifs springing on beige corduroys.
Old ladies chortling. Fruit vendor selling more stories
of how things are back home than fruit. On people
fighting, Sufjan Stevens’ Visions of Gideon coming on, filling
their godforsaken ears. Kids eating musk melons,
dreaming of animated ichthyosaurus. A planet of rabbits.
Toe rings for everyone.
Kunjana Parashar is a poet from Mumbai who holds an MA in English Literature from Mumbai University. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Lammergeier, Camwood Literary Magazine, The Rumpus (ENOUGH series), Barren Magazine, Riggwelter, Nightingale & Sparrow, Mura, Black Bough, and elsewhere. You can find her on Twitter @wolfwasp.
