I hold you and you
close to my heart
warm warmth
gooey love
against my chest
tiny faces,
racing heartbeats
button noses
similar to mine
You
should
remind
me
of
the
one
I don’t have.
Instead—
your faint snores vibrate,
awakening a newness I never could’ve dreamt up
with the one I won’t have
I hold you and you
close to my heart;
with us–you, you, and me
I am one.
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.
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
When I was about six or seven years old, I had my first sip of coffee in my father’s hometown: Narasapur, India. It was summer
Illustration by Allie Olivares Unmasked by Sonia Chintha “Why don’t you mask every day as an immunocomprised person?” Kyle asks. It is the second to