It is march.
Cherry blossoms explode
like a guerilla attack
one chilly morning.
Two weeks later,
weightless and dry,
a gust of wind is all,
and I too disappear.

 


 

The city and I wake up together,
teetering on the edge of tears.
I toggle my antennae, seeking
precision and clarity in the white noise
of the relentless Pacific Northwest drizzle.
The vagaries of immigrating brown,
woman and in debt Vancouver carries for me
with surprising nonchalance.
In that quickening October evening,
as the last of the azaleas wither,
I crumble under the particularities of chilli,
cry over the careless abundance
of curry leaves back home.

 

Shruti Rao

Shruti Rao

Shruti Rao is a literature postgraduate from Jawaharlal Nehru University, India. She is currently pursuing her second Master’s degree in Gender, Race, Sexuality and Social Justice from the University of British Columbia, Canada. She has been published as a writer, poet and reviewer in Indian and international journals such as Prosopisia, Helter Skelter, Reading Hour, Governance Now, New York Literary Quarterly and The Rose Project.

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