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I really wanted humor, but the medicine that is laughter eludes those who need it most. So —

Overwhelmed, I’m chai
simmering muddy brown
unattended.
Nobody
saw me boil —
spilling into serpents
dancing oranges and blues.

Ever tried to clean
a pot of chai crusted
like eyelids
after all you did
before the black sky burned
was regurgitate
and cry?

Like dirty dishes and dosa batter, best to let it sit.

Edited to add (who the fuck am I to decide I need it most?):

There was an ol’ SAHM from urban New Jersey
Who vacuumed all morning so she could look busy
Cheddar in Maggi
Pancakes of raagi
Alas! She was neither Amreekan nor Desi.

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