Swallow; Ancient Wine

Mother’s tea kettle sings to an empty house. My sisters abandon her, because we are young, and act grown. Keep the water in your mouth. It’ll go down easier if you hold your nose.

Jhijiya

Filled with excitement my eyes lit; Oh, what a majestic sight it is. A woman so unbelievable; Possessing such strength and perfect balance; Even the patriarchy would-be mum.