Like a shipload of memories dredged up under my eye,
you hung in there with your full-moon audacity.
Growing up with me for a decade,
you saw me bloom into this wilderness.
You watched me make love to monotony.
You must have surely ingrained the sights my eye feasted upon!
Perhaps, you’d have spied on every word I wrote,
every wail that emanated from the deepest trench of my heart.
Every ache, every dance of joy was yours too.
No one would ever taste my tears like you did.
People leave us with scars, but you have left me silky smooth
and in need of something else to bother about.
The last time they removed something from me,
I retained it with me, so that it wouldn’t pollute the world out there
with the part of me I prefer not to share.
But now that you’re out there, as a discarded fat globule,
please stay bound to discretion.
Do not let my deepest self run out on the streets.
There would be chaos.
~Kavya Janani. U
This poem was published in the Modern Literature magazine earlier this month.
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