“What I Remember (26)” – Nayana Nair

I covered up myself up-hiding the pieces,hiding the glue,hiding the knife close to my heart.There is too little timeand so much to be disposed,so much has to be kept at the bottom of the stairs,under the sheets,under the hand that cupped my faceso that no one could say with certaintywhether I am laughing or cryingContinue reading ““What I Remember (26)” – Nayana Nair”