“What I Remember (21)” – Nayana Nair

I prod and push the glass slowly, carefullyto the edge of the table,where your glass stands.At the edge where you place your suitcase,where you always tie your laces once againjust to be sure. That is the place you tell me to lovewhen you think I might lend something of meto keep such place alive,to keepContinue reading ““What I Remember (21)” – Nayana Nair”