trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.
And Tears
truth
Puzzlegate
snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:
in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.
Biked
a small redemption
when the pieces fit in place
so rarely perfect
Black Tuesday
a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
My Mythili
one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)
Holding On
a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
Sludge
my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it
(Re)solution
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)
no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
It’s Been a Year…
and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change
Recipe for Loss
motherhood snippets:
a brilliant purple houseplant
captured in glory
molé for the win?
another failed recipe
to exhaust my soul
oh, but the chocolate
hidden behind the bright beads
of sesame seeds
her anxiety
so present, prescient, painful
and i cannot win
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