Mrs. T by Megha

I understand why Mrs. T makes it a point
to see the doctor– physicals and otherwise;
It must be satisfying– getting to talk
about her nausea, unfettered– about how it bloats
her up and thumps at her epiglottis
as if it’s a floodgate.

At home, she lets her daughters stay just long
enough for them to realize that they’ve let
her down but not long enough to make amends;

You can see it in her in-between smile that she’s as
frail as china but as stubborn as her old bones
that bend over backwards and yet hold her up;

Mrs. T has been your age and does not care for
novelties; Maybe she’s tired of comings and goings
of things– or in things that come and go;

In her defense, the sour-bread has always been sour
and Jesus has always been kind to truants and followers
alike.

 

 

 

Megha is a nineteen-year-old, first-year student at Gujarat National Law University. She hails from the noisy city of Kolkata but hasn’t made her peace with the humidity yet. She sings at parties if asked persistently. Her writing has previously been published in magazines like eFiction India, Textploit, Apricity, and Saintbrush.

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