Like landmines in a field of daisies, you live
buried all over the soil
and I—
unknowingly, frolic through
catching. every. mine
on my way—
petals explode, stems split in half
and I—
I push my organs back inside, sew my skin back together
Every. Single. Mine.
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.
In you I found the layer, the one and only layer that’s still unseen by most of my family: the whole me, complete circle. though
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.
Because there are so many articles and blogs and conversations that are so filled with how awful it is to be a teacher today and
she likes to dream big dreams she gets excited about it all greener grass, driving down curvy roads laying on the sand, watching the clouds