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That’s a match
In my fantasies
I draw you
with a pencil
I draw myself
with an eraser
Still, a joyous occasion
Everyday
I allow the sun
to embark on a festival
celebrating me
and then I stay in bed
wondering
if I should
participate.
Rebellion
I had to be loud.
I was tired
of waiting for the world
to lower the volume of silence.
Boredom
I grow older on lonely afternoons
finding white noise
in meaning
Dampness
moss seeks permission
to grow on me
they have mistaken me
for an abandoned space
Dead weight
I don't want to carry
the gifts you gave me
from city to city
One day
I might not want to remember you.
Prisoners
Mother says she doesn't mind.
She finds fulfilment as my carer.
I mind. And perhaps that's why
I can't find fulfilment in being disabled.
Accounting
This summer was the season of loss -
lost home, lost city, lost friends,
nearly lost my life.
Gained ten pounds.
Abhishek Anicca is a writer, poet and researcher. He identifies as a person with locomotor disability and chronic illness which shapes his creative endeavours.
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