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 found isn’t quite right…
You brought me back.
In a time when I was hiding
behind
work, and care taking, and doing, doing, doing—you made me
laugh
out loud
alone
with no one to share
and I didn’t care
this space you’ve imagined—here
in it…
I have come back to me.
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 place the paper boat on the water, Fingers lingering to support the transition from steady to moving And wait. She sways unsteady at first,
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
Molecules of clean chlorine break over my swim cap as I push past fatigue, breathing bubbles. I begin another spin down the chemically pristine and