the traffic of utensils on my mother's road.
the pile of unwashed cars in my father's sink.
i'm like an anime girl, wanting to cut my hair
at every little heartbreak,
hoping for a new arc, a renewed season.
imagine if medusa just cut her hair,
then colored it a dull green that was supposed to be bright blue.
imagine if you went out with medusa
to eat pani puri and buy groceries.
imagine the severed snakes that slithered and sloughed
all over our scarcrossed bodies.
imagine her turning you to stone
even without the snakes.
imagine not having to imagine all that.
~ ajay
28/11/2024
