Working to fetch another’s dreamy rotten wood and latch,
It has shown me the cogwheels of living, clearly.
If not for the clarity,
I would have reincarnated already.
I see them.
The Mongrels, cats and cows;
If not for the traps, I’d not be counting the wrinkles due to heavy happiness
on my dad’s cheeks and foreheads
rather than in the vernacular tongue
of not being
filled in the house, as a girl.
Well they meant it,
that she was done with learning and preparing her life for her husband.
She fills the house.
Before she explodes,
you ought to find a dude she can be dropped on!
With some incentives of money. Ya. Precisely!