What they said of love
was functional
and dyslexic.
Love got us
wrapped up
in one blanket,
sleep patterns waiting to shift.
We cried
about death –
of people not known;
of people known;
of...
Behind the neck
where thoughts bloom
a birthmark maps an ocean.
There, a kiss evaporates
into the salty wind.
Two exiled bodies
meet in the blue meridian.
Though weary
their bodies and...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...
