I’m me,
You’re you
Can we still be?
With yours that’s yours, a clashing array of lines that used to intersect with mine that’s mine—
I’m me.
You’re you.
Our lines now parallel or even farther, no longer intersect in that delicious laughter and hyperbolic spontaneity.
So we continue,
Me
You
No longer we.
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.
Two years ago we commenced–one vignette a day And now…everything has changed, life happened still every now and then, we have chats like that night.
Christmas of 1995. Sam and I were independent enough to give presents using our funds. It was an exciting time. I knew exactly what I
I coast softly with the wind, towards shore. Sunlight holds me up; moonlight towing me in. A vast ocean of rights and wrongs behind me:
It used to be maybe twenty, A mad rush to get to the microwave and then, bathroom Shuffle food in and maybe a brief second