Fog Window

Belinda Subraman

I accept my strangeness
big loves faded

memories spill
on a messy desk

disbelieving all
that could be my cane

anxiety kaleidoscopes
wet voltage
knowing excites
dreams in a river

the idea of India
is taffy in the bend
of a warm spiced pull

memories warp into mood
belief in all stages

time is weather

life is a water-color
of angels in the rain


Issue 1 : Fall, 2016