do you remember all the bodies you've entered
I remember the house my grandparents moved
around in & by the house I mean the place where
the gabled roof met the sky in a line so distinct
that kingfishers perched on it waiting - waiting
by the house - I mean the rain on me & the rain
I wanted to be - I mean my grandma, her bones
firewood, snake-gods in her name & thighs &
the girl for whom the sun rose - by the house
the day I had not slept but had waded with frogs
& fireflies inside those frogs, to see the girl for
whom the sun rose drag a fallen palm leaf - her
eyes which saw mine guiltless, telling me - anywhere
the leaf falls, wherever the sun is vision - my eyes are citizen.
~Ajay
19/9/2019
YOU ARE READING
bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
