The first word I was taught [to be], taught by you, mother
With no other intention, I called you mother
When the candles blew fifteen nights unto darkness, I cradled
the telephone in my dreams and slept next to you, mother
Right hook, left jab tasting rust and dew, you thought WWE?
Once you pushed rage off the table and onto my nooks, mother
Father [flinching]: only math sums broker geometric wounds;
I hid behind warms legs inside a sieve so blue, mother
Closeted syrup-summer, lemonade and cucumber. Frolic with
Barbie in anticipation. No other news [we're through?] mother.
Disappearing act of a patriarch - what is a fa-ther? He who was
loved because he left; stayed - [how could] you, cruel mother
Wearing your garb now I spit fire, kerosene in the living room
I burn a marriage like you raised a child. God, I too am [!] mother.
The women made a woman,
worshipped a woman
irrevocably out of your mother
Umbilical cord around my
breasts, mark of woman
beast untrue, undo me now mother
Upasana Sarma is a student of Sociology (for the most part). Occasionally, she is driven to great and furiously short bursts of activity that sometimes, somehow result in writing.