why do i live here
in this key-
holed place?
the lock always unlocked,
and grooves unmatched in their
slick gestures,
welcoming in ignorance,
the key of kinship
bearing weights.
i don’t carry bread
nor its baskets,
i remain a shadow of
5-letters,
holding my name…
— a butter-knife —
spreading relations,
consuming every morsel
of belonging.
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© Anmol Arora 2018
Image source
For With Real Toads’ Camera / Flash 55
Also linking it up with the Poetry Pantry at PU
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