“Lost Coin” – Nayana Nair

I wanted to tell himthat I went back to the fountainthe one made of moon marblein the neighborhood made of coal,and I fished for his wishes,the forgotten cold coins, that once I believed I could find himin the things he left behindand I was wrong.I could only see the lingering complainsand the eventual hatein theContinue reading ““Lost Coin” – Nayana Nair”