Slice, turn, dice
Perfect cubes
Times 20
Rinse, stir, dissolve
Immerse, sniff—remember
Toast, peel, chop
Chop and chop and chop some more
Imagine: a full table; a family; laughter
Smash, peel, mince
Pluck, mince
Grate, grate, stir
Dip nose closer
Remember
Exhale
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.
I wish I could let go of you You with your crushing sarcasm laughing at it all like it’s no big deal– to treat me
Every year I prep for our dinner of two, a tradition we built, just us two I used to float around the kitchen a zing
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.
“It’s a hard place to leave but an even harder place to live.” –Papa F aka PG’s philosopher dad. I know for a few days