summer heat
a cobra's hood
over the water tank
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
in a carpet of green red velvet spider lilies
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
pencil flavor nothing to write about
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
funeral procession ...
I step back
into my bed of daisies
and oh, how I mourn
the crushed flowers
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
the ticking clock
stipples the darkness
with its punctuation -
a comma, your back
another fight that we both lost
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
a
vase
of gifted sunflowers
borrowed light
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
always singing
the wrong note right
music
lesson
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
drumstick curry
mother says mine isn't
like
her mother's
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
a snarl
the sinuous wrap
of his purr
repose
on the doorstep, the warrior
—and
a dead bird
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
sunshine
all around me
the
silence of houseplants
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
brown bunny
the alliteration
in
its hop hop hop
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
soft
kiss
a morning brush
of sunlight
Suraja Menon
Roychowdhury
narcissus...
how
you force me
to look at you
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
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