I want to remember Honey from a new tea sitting on my lips, after I thought I couldn’t begin with a new day. A piece of chocolate that I shared with someone new, with nothing but love and faith in my chest. Diaries I carefully selected for my friends as they visited my city for the first time, miles traveled for shared moments.
I want to remember Recovering my health slowly many times, and gulping boiled apples (they taste like jelly). Cooking on so many days till my father recognized the way I cut carrots differently from my mother and sister. Sharing a blanket and room with my sister after a year of cold bed, only to fight on most days.
I want to remember The many flowers that blossomed in my house this year The way conversations flowed everyday over cups of tea And the troubles that slept with us, but so did faith, and so much love.
I want to remember Unlearning the shape of my spine and the taste of my words. Learning to crawl and cry and stand up again. Spinning in the same city to different tunes, even as the world lived in air planes, knowing that everything has a time.
A lot has happened But, everyday has happened too. And everyday will happen still.
Fruits fall and crack on the ground Flowers fly and land on the wall. A tree that stands, a tree that wishes to sleep With its curved spine and lover’s bite A pigeon with two nests on different trees Flaps to cross clouds in the same blue sky. Mobile, transitionary maps. With latitudes that don’t cross longitudes But lovingly kiss lips As the universe boils down to- A pair of laughing brown eyes.
I wonder how buildings stand so tall and proud. I can feel my neck and spine change shape throughout the day A question mark? An exclamation point! A full stop. (I curl into myself for some psychological warmth) The cold ACs talk nonstop, their voice has become familiar Plants in this office are more alive than people As my friend 6 states away says- this world feels 2D. And I am a walking 2 line drawing put together- Eyes bigger than my head Head bigger than my legs Hands two needle sticks by the side- Fit for typing and meticulous washing. (It is the only body part I can truly control).