you curl up like an almond peel into something i |

you curl up like an almond peel into something i called for you. undissolved bubbles crowd the waters of our brains. May calls me as shrilly as my voice in a b r e e z e l e s s world. i stop writing poems altogether, waiting for frozen corpses to swim in queues into my dreams. i tell myself "they're only asleep". it's May. both mornings, i wake up to 6 a.m. rain and stare into your earhole~ i pick up a dusty bunch of my hair and burn them one by one. it's May, after all. do you hear purple too? the less strain version: ______________________ you curl up like an almond peel into something i called for you. undissolved bubbles crowd the waters of our brains.

you curl up like an almond peel into something i

Ramona Singh