Easy
I think I always knew it would come down to this:
who stays / who leaves / who is kicked in the ribs;
We fought for two decades but I still
remember that night two years ago,
I called a truce, fingers itching to pull out her hair,
saw her slip a pocket knife in her bra;
She taught me to bleed openly (only the weak
hide their wounds) & old habits die hard –
I cut myself on the kitchen knife tonight
and he says the food tastes good;
sleep always evades me until I climb onto the
rooftop, watch the moon gorge itself
on a sky swollen with hope, sometime between
today & tomorrow, my eyelids close;
I shudder awake when I feel her pulling
on my tongue, telling me I talk in my sleep;
Even now, five years later, she is as present as ever,
sprinkling ashes in my tea (everything lodges in my throat);
Lately I’ve started apologizing to the walls, I think maybe
she is listening, maybe this is why she haunts me,
(maybe I am crazy, he says) but I keep searching
for traces of her. once I kneel in the bathroom,
chant her name and I can feel her sliding against
my skin, imagine her watching me;
I whisper sorries at the mirror, head bowed, incense
smoking hot against my palm. I don’t know whether
she accepts my apology but for months after,
I don’t look for her in the shattered crockery;
Old habits die hard but I’ve stopped cracking myself
open to examine the pain.
I think some days are easier than others.
By Rachana Hegde
Biography:
Rachana Hegde is a sixteen year old part-time poet from India who collects words & other oddities. You can usually find her reading on her kindle or daydreaming about characters from abandoned writing projects. Her poetry has been published by or is forthcoming in: Germ Magazine, Textploit, The Fem and Vagabond City. Read more of her work at www.ink-smudgedfingers.tumblr.com.
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