sandeep damrejawai0057



Suppose when I die….

and later come back
you still do not love me.
Suppose when I come back again
you still love her and I
am a June bug
in your home.
A June bug waiting
for a crumb
as you and your lover
eat with your hands.
Waiting for
the feet that say
die, you disgusting thing.
But instead I am met
with the lip of a jar,
your lover coaxing me inside,
four holes in the roof,
and a view of the two of you,
sleeping entwined,
from the table at your bedside.
Curse her beautiful heart that you love
in every life.

Suppose I hold my breath and go again hoping maybe, next time.
Suppose I am always born screaming.


12 thoughts on “Suppose

      1. Hi, Kruti-Sis! I am doing absolutely great. I am actually on a half-break since I am absorbed private at the moment (spring break). But I try at least to keep up with my comments and some of my favorite blogs… ๐Ÿ˜‰

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