Loony Tunes

Translated Grounded by Ankita Anand published in Singapore Unbound. 

  The day MS Appts wall ruptured I was in school thinking That What-If is a silly phrase saying ‘please excuse the rest’ That conjunctions are a metaphor for everything I want   Those days, I wanted everything From taller height to bigger gardens From better basketball courts to more marks From one telescope to one minute more on smashinggames.com   Such was the field that I occupied Such was the force of my small window That when the storm came It hardly moved my pg 286   When I rushed out of computer lab The air was cool, there were winds Even the word rupture means to break suddenly But does suddenly mean to ingest or break   Does it mean to wipe away a moment Before it arrives. Every moment Carries itself on suddenly But suddenly never lands   If things are to stop suddenly Climate will still continue dropping goodbyes So stop poeming on stillness Or counting one two three All numbers are correct   There is no wind free

Some people know what it is like to have air wish for a tree to have water ask refunds from clothesline  to have electricity say sweet dreams in May. Some people see what it is like to weave sweaters for rain to taste urgency in mangoes to leave home for a life. Some people hear what it is like to gossip about weather in hills to count numbers not cases To have water. Some people can feel what it is like on earth days, water days, nature days Some people can have the clear blue sky They can change all word documents to protect with a password (that doesn’t save) so that forgetting is still relevant. When relevance reads their words Earthquakes are delighted. Some people kindle all tomatoes in a pot and still offer kind catalysts to climate crisis with “RO wastes water. We are getting motor installed. What can we do about it” *shrugs* “Surely nothing” is the meaning of 42. Some living things can go on living   Others don’t. Endnote: Inspir