#glopowrimo2019
A Monginis Cake Shop flex hangs
above a hardware and electronics store
and a man in front of it
speaks loudly into his phone,
trying to explain this his location,
slapping the other hand on his forehead.
Another man, this one on a scooter
going slower than a public transport bus
has his helmet resting in the front
between his feet
instead of on his head.
(Is this blatant disregard for life
or staggering confidence about it?)
An old Nauvari-clad woman
bearing a big vermillion stain on her forehead
innocently spits her paan on a
Clean Mumbai, Green Mumbai graffiti.
I get up to go stand
at the front door
and someone else takes my seat.
They will see a skinny girl
typing furiously into her phone
this very poem.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
side hugs are like
performative wokeness;
shallow, flaky, meaningless
convenient, censored -
appealing, yes?
appeasing, too, i guess.
but no
i demand the real deal
furnish me with both arms
disregard my weak frame,
i promise, i wont break
let me have it
im not a snowflake
just a girl who
likes to take
on the world
with hugs
as her weapon of choice.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
I. I am not used to silence.
It is always elusive,
elsewhere.
It’s at that table
the one that’s awkward
and uncomfortable
and unsettling
to the others.
II. I look for silence -
at the next table, lurking?
It hides in plain sight;
but why I can’t hear it?
III. Silence finds me
puzzled, pacing
I want to demand
...something -
but something else seems to stop me.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC