The blame—it stacks high, an unyielding tower of sharp pieces of stone.
You assemble and build and construct…
So focused on this up surd structure
So consumed by the long hours you put in to lay each stone just right for all your viewers to see
but you are blinded—
blinded by the work, unable to see that each shard of rock has your name on it too.
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.
For a month you freed me of— but now I am the center of the whirlpool, the very current my mother warned me of as
All the “should haves” pile up: one on top of the other and blind my vision. I stare at the cards I’ve been dealt, my