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Fill in the blanks

~ Ishita Kumar

Difficult conversations at the dining table, almost seated.

Hurt hands, double meanings and metaphors, no accountability.

A longing for pink skies, id cards, the rhythmic lull of dumbbells,

confusing blankness for relaxing, “perhaps” for complete and “mother” for love.

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