A matrix of lines stare back at me–a list of endless possibilities for a day of discovery.
My feet my only transportation; oh glorious liberty: a new city within my grasp.
Should I start North, South, East, or West?
Water! It is my North star, forever tugging me towards the bay.
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.
Begin: again and again and again you can sit me down and point your scrawny finger at me, judge me, pierce holes of doubt on
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Walking through a field of sinking sand I push hard for clarity it doesn’t matter those words don’t matter I will not let them attach