“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”