Packing

 

I think of packing myself into a tiny bag of breathing air,

and placing me in your lungs as an alveoli,

as you begin packing your sweater for the cold of that country,

Let me be there in you till you sense an Indian chai somewhere in the corner

pouring warmth and comfort out of its vessels to yours.

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Banana fritters

 A layer of smooth yellow lump-free batter, 

I coat over the banana slice, 

that wriggles free of my hand into the bowl, 

like a fish sliming to its aquatic home. 

And my memory sparks, with its dive, 

echoing our little conversation of -

how you loved your grandmother’s banana fritters.

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