I Should Have

I remember you stirring fish curry in the Kadai, the smell of spices and coconut floating; a song about mermaids whose words we couldn’t recall, humming. Sweat trickling down your neck, you wiping it with the end of your sleeve; silver bangles singing as you put the rice to boil; rain pouring unexpectedly and you…

I am not a Hero

I drop the mask. The bully tattoos a boot on my face;The policeman points to his pocket;The neighbour steals my parking spot.I cower, roll into a ball,And tumble down the steps of dignity. I used to put up a fight. My eyes, venom.Jabs, Muhammad Ali.Voice, booming.Dialogue, logic. Always beating them to the ground,Their heads bludgeoned…