Saturday, July 30, 2022

crumbs

In some cultures, the women eat
Only after the men have had their fill
What's left are the smallest pieces of meat
Curry leaves and rampe in gravy
The rice cooked by the women cold and hard by then
But when you are used to only having what is left over
You learn to accept without protest whatever is sent your way
No matter how abysmal
Even when your plate is empty
And you go to bed hungry

Saturday, July 23, 2022

it is what it is

daisies to the sun
moths to flame
ants to sugar
you to another

and me?
alone.

Word of the day: Heliotropic
turning or growing toward the light

Friday, July 22, 2022

Approximate

how much time do you think we have
before we tire of each other
will we get bored in a month or two
or is the end just around the corner?

if you had to guess how fondly we'll look back at our time together
on a scale of one to ten, would your estimate be closer to
one (taking a big gulp of milk that is horribly sour, its aftertaste lingering all day) or
ten (licking the spatula clean after making a massive bowl of chocolate pudding)?


Word of the day: Approximate
to estimate



Wednesday, July 6, 2022

What this girl dreams of

Oh to take the train to a villa in Galle and relax by the beach
A pool just calling to you, while someone cooks one delicious meal after another
To take a cab back from Colombo after a night out
Down a cocktail or two before ordering a bottle for the table
Going from pub to pub, ending the night with karaoke
Forget all of that
But just ordering a delicious chocolate cake
Covered in a generous layer of boozy ganache
Taking your pick from an endless spread of seafood and meat and breads and more
A steaming hot pizza delivered to your doorstep, pairing it with a glass of wine

Oh to be happy and free of worry


Word of the day: Ganache
A whipped frosting or filling made with semisweet chocolate and cream,
used for cakes, pastries, and candies

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

life.

My mother tells me that my hair looks nice
"He did a good job trimming it"
My curls have settled well, she says
I smile in response, too ashamed to admit that
My hair gets this way when I don't bathe every other day
And I don't remember the last time I had a bath
Whenever I do decide that today,
I will wash my hair, shave my legs
Put on an outfit that doesn't look like a sack
A tiredness falls over me and I instead have a quick wash
And go back to bed

I share a picture of my cat with a friend and tell her
I can't post it online because I have promised myself I won't until I'm no longer sad
It feels like a threat to my brain:
You either get your shit together or lose the one outlet you have to vent
So far, it hasn't worked. I don't tweet. But I'm still sad
The truth is, I started hating myself, this person I've become
Always so tired and angry and sad and awful
I didn't want to spend another minute with myself
And the thing about hating yourself is that
You can never escape yourself

You don't need to tell me this is selfish, because I am aware
But I desire company just so I can be held
So I can rest my head on a shoulder, hold a hand that doesn't let go
To remind myself that I am still here
Still breathing, still present in this moment
You also don't need to tell me that this will pass, like everything else,
Things will get better, I just need to hold on until then
I am aware. I know.
But that doesn't make it any easier.

Monday, July 4, 2022

Bumbling idiot

I swipe right on someone who has swiped right on me
And the app gives me a 24-hour window to make a move
But how do you start a conversation with a stranger
You have no actual desire to date

Perhaps I should open a bottle of wine
Get sufficiently tipsy
Put on something on Netflix
Forget the app and instead have a nap