Dismembered

fragments of
a story- that much
loved second line,
a middle thought of
never written,
and ending -
now lie
furiously
putrifying
in my mind.

Why am I a vegetarian?

MAA BOOBS
BRAILERS







Saw this sign outside a store that sells chicken, I think :-)!

Both

feet in
sticky gloom;
like chewing gum
on the underside
of bata chappels,
that won’t hold tight
yet won’t let go.

Dear Johnalingham,

Tired of making buckets of taiiyr sadam for you. Am leaving you for someone who is lactose intolerant.


lovely,
Janalakshmi.







Written for a 'Dear John letter' exercise on Shakespeare and Co. network.