By now,
the scab should have fallen off—
new skin revealed
—that is what they say, all of them
And I pick at every new scab that tries to form,
opening the wound back up each time it tries to disappear,
I want to feel the warm blood beneath.
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.
When I point a spotlight at you/us, I see clearly how clogged the pores have gotten, how our skin is filled with blemishes from these
wake, look, prepare: curl dress choose pack drive, think, listen dream reflect notice meditate lock, walk, prepare: sign-in type write clean organize copy whole-punch email
Since I was a sixth grader, football has confused me. Back then I pretended to care and even stayed up to watch the Redskins win
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