scattered into
tiny
bits and pieces
south
southwest
north
Northeast
hungry
to be glued
back together
they remain–
scattered
They try and try
holding on
with
the click, click, click
of each letter and piece
lighting only for fractions
tiny instants
dangling in between–
but in reality
they are scattered.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
the bouquet of tiny, firm tendrils massage my jaw melting the makeup down the drain I stand holding my breath feeling the gentle pressure on
Stand, greet, smile, shake, sit ask, chat, laugh, connect, advise suggest, nod, bye bye.
Baby, baby, baby That first time.. my heart fluttered, so severe that my skin shivered; a tiny quake–oh bliss Baby, baby, baby that voice high