Robes of pollen
tear and make cloth on the floor
Grass roots and strewn valley seeds
I know their fabric,
the textures that swallow and form

I know they have
  rented ledge homes and slept in Siberian mattresses
Broken and edge or two
only to be soaped in endearing shivers

waving, shaking their tiny heads
Penguin colors 
  and tortoise eyes
I know they know
They know I know
(the nod of a giant rumor slurping)
We know
what it's like
      to be constantly on the search for love

© Aakriti Kuntal


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