Mammography
Flattened to lace, a vessel reveals rotting land, prompting a shadowed, breathless…
Read more →A woman's ethereal essence transforms into domestic space, her profound freedom and flight sadly tethered
Instead of cotton, she wears gossamer
woven by spiderlings. She floats
from room to room with the wind
in her pallu. A feather duster
extends from her hand
like a wand, making cleaning
a breeze. Her limbs, attuned to chores,
meld into household accoutrements.
By the day’s end, she becomes
square footage.
The whispers of her ability to fly
at will are accurate, but as ever,
the gender divide is impassable.
pallu: a part of the sari draped over the shoulder