“Assignment” – Nayana Nair

There was that pile of paperI could never keep safe.The crossed out, always crossed out words,words always out of order,words turned beautifulonly because they dissolvedin my frustration.Only because now I cannot read themwithout effort.I must make something out of themsomething that couldn’t possibly be mine. The blue ink dripping,forming planets on unexpected letters,forming planets onContinue reading ““Assignment” – Nayana Nair”