I cherrypick each song
like picking out clothes
for an unborn in my womb.
My soul is a garden of pining
needing these playlists
to balance out its uncontrolled needs.
And so I go hunting
for melodies to lull the tempests in me,
for bops to fuel me with glucose,
and for otherwordly numbers
to inject me with ecstasy.
An unintended therapy,
the act of making playlists
is my medication.
One to two doses a month
to detoxify my whole being.
When they ask me,
what do you gain from it?
I tell them-
If something has to make sense,
there has to be a playlist.
~Kavya Janani. U
This poem was first published in Modern Literature magazine on October 19th, 2024.
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