this poem is an invitation. i wish my friends and lovers visit me even if i live miles away.
Image by Donatella Corradini
kiss, but don’t touch. this is a tomato you are picking it up there are so many tomatoes how are you so good at juggling i am laughing this image is so holy i will always remember it the ache in my heart doesn’t come back for an hour you’re standing parallel to me i don’t know what parallel means when you ask me is that the ocean you see from my kitchen’s window? maybe not but thank you so much for coming home! when did we stop meeting does time stop when people meet after 10 years after 2 countries after a night i don’t remember the last time i saw you what happened to your long hair are you already sick of the new hair did you get sick of the old hair who told you the address hug me please i have been so lonely did you have breakfast yet? i can make you savoury tomato soup just how you like it thank you so much for bringing the fresh ones from the farm thank you so much for coming home
poet’s note: i think of myself in a small home living far away from every one i am in touch with at this moment after several years. this poem is an invitation. i wish my friends and lovers visit me even if i live miles away.
Divyanshi (she/her) believes poetry as prayer. Her work has been published in Stone of Madness Press, Art of Nothing Press, Ayaskala, The Walled City Journal, Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English and more. She enjoys baking, reading contemporary YA, journaling and dancing apart from writing.