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.
Brought upon by difference I breathe out fire, inhale ice a fusion. I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts just waiting to be Plucked,
What’s your size? She asks. “Oh, you know, 6, 8, 10.” I. Am. A turtle, retreating into her shell. A deflated balloon on the frozen
Soft orange. Deep, silky flavors graze my tongue and fill it with sweet, roasted squash soup. Few soups have the depth of flavor. Few soups
Her eyes narrow behind sunglasses, she tilts those shades up as she picks one– sniffs deep for the right scent: sweet, ripe tests its firmess