Across the street
there is hustle and bustle,
A constant buzz of thrill—
beats pumping, bodies moving
Continuous action.
Across from that is a still life sketch,
Staged to perfection
Colors and objects in
Exact locales—even the wind can’t shift them.
Then there’s me.
Swerving back and forth
pedaling to balance
side to side
Down the middle of the road.
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.
She sits atop her throne, spinning A double-edged string of sharp remarks, they flow in a train Compartment after compartments of you are not good
Tiny red bulbs Burst like bubbles inside my mouth Sweet and juicy A gift Tiny cranberry beads Trickle into the bowl Spilling, filling Sweet and
The raucous laughter slips into the hallway, vibrates, echoes, pulsates out onto the road. It is our last hour together: this specific combination of personalities.