You with the cracks running through you,
I know you think you will never be whole enough
to fill the leaky holes of someone else’s heart.
You with the fractures in the places that teach you how to love,
the fissured kisses and the broken cart of wishes,
You with the sad blue of goodbyes hidden always behind your
You, releasing those constant yearning for the lost choices of
You with the thunderstorm that you carry in the heart you’ve
jammed close so hard,
all the words in all the world couldn’t pry it apart.
You with the overcast laugh. You with the fists that open only
in your sleep
marked with lines that look like irrigation tracks to a land
where you are clearly
Stop. Look at me. Breathe.
My lips are not cement and they cannot seal these wounds
but I am here, palms held open and I
HERE IS A FLOWER THAT NEEDS NO WATER
by Pooja Nansi