MY REGENERATION

 

I’ve lived a live wire,

ricocheted, swayed to a snake

juicing whole cloves, whole cities

squeezed

to their unholy waters —

but the street lights remain

glow-spot the stains

of monuments swallowed

to a pulp, paper-machéd

to an egg

that will never crack

or boil hard

any truth.

 

Show me your sunny side

And I will show you my shell.

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© Sujatha Menon 2021