Release
I am an airtight freezer bag,
I cling, holding on to the past till there is freezer burn all over it.
They tell me,
I should throw it out,
It’s no good anymore,
It’s weighing me down
Stinking up the freezer
Yet
I am steadfast in my ability to remain here
In the cold, the past gradually spoiling my insides
It’s smelly and comfortable
It’s all I know
So I scoot further back so no one else can see me, only smell me
Every time they open the freezer to get an item to eat.
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.
Like the leaves squeezed into bags that line my street, it’s time for me to rest my fingers’ beat. Like the epic finale to Purple
525,948 minutes Beating, pulsing through my veins That first second like the first drop of a rollercoaster Shooting by Day By Day day one opens:
This weekend I get to go to New York City to help celebrate a friend’s thirtieth birthday. (I, too, went to NY and Long Island
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