Sweet freedom, you arrive every five in a summer breeze, sweeping my hair behind,
A shower of relief, you bathe me every five, washing away all the to-do’s,
Sugary liberty for two, sweet, sweet liberty, releasing me from you, you, and you.
I drift toward the two away from the five, everything goes blue
Everything goes blue.
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 first time I had grits was a rainy Sunday brunch at a shi-shi French-Southern restaurant in West Nashville. I had their version of shrimp
Swimming in a pool of crimson, she melts, her pounding pelvis contracts: a 3 month reminder now (no longer monthly thanks to modern science) that