“Folds” – Nayana Nair

You are goneand I try to hold the spoon like you used to.I chew my food with my left molars as you did.The ghosts that I have wronged, that I have forgottennow include half of my teeth, teeth you would have never used. You are goneand you are happy (probably).So I memorize name and phoneContinue reading ““Folds” – Nayana Nair”

“Asking for More” – Nayana Nair

The lost all gather at the same door as I. They shout, yell and cry. Praise and tell lies. To be taken in. To be cared for. To be chosen. To be looked at, even once. Do they also feel smaller for standing here and waiting, for asking things whose void eats you up. ThisContinue reading ““Asking for More” – Nayana Nair”