she completes a turnaround January 10

Another day, and she might have cried,
but yesterday she completed a turnaround.
She glanced over her shoulder – and slipped into an anarchy.
She said, “life is difficult as it is,
get out of my sight,
if I am not rude
somebody else’ll.”
Tears were at earshot
she was carrying a kidney in her throat,
she wanted to talk about my frog
and how it croaked.
But then she thought of her mother – rigid as termite, as a phone connection, as a wrong number,
she looked out of the autorickshaw
and she could see herself
diluted, amputated, sucked dry of life!

It was difficult to talk to her,
she was afraid of getting hurt
so I sat and watched her
flip-flop flip-flop, going deeper and deeper
into a nightmare.
I asked her out for a movie
and she completed a turnaround,
letting wishbones crash by the side.