Poem | Pongkhi Bujporbarua

Photo : Lee La


Sundays are about to explode
Mondays are a rhombus
Not sure which way they are tilted
Tue wed thu fri
Diced and cooked, rolling in flavors
Saturdays have a sloped tin roof
Rainwater streaking neatly down the undulations

Endless iteration of contours
Incidence, emotion, memory, experience
Emotion, memory, incidence, incidence2
Experience, emotion, memory, experience2
No convergence, number of iterations exceeded

Hard shell suitcase
Petite xs
Upholstery in the late 30s
Through the scanner
Hope detected.

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