Take Me Home

Heartbreak like this make me yearn for comforts I never even had The urge to bask in my motherland’s South Asian sunshine and feel warm rainwater splashing down my back Elders calling me their child in Urdu, sending me to sleep with Indian head massages laced with coconut oil Bare feet, long braids, eating food … Continue reading Take Me Home



You say you notice everything about me You laugh and say I walk like I’m ice skating Feet bounding ahead in a circular motion As if that makes it easier to keep moving forward But that only feels true When I’m with you One thing you did stop noticing Is the moisture on my eyelashes … Continue reading Gliding