it started, slowly at first, then all at once.
anxiety- sadness- numbness- anger
boiling inside me, faster than the water i make chai in.
heart broken, not enough screens to fix it.
one first, and then there were four.
“Facetime- missed call”
four screens- to remind me of my pain
pain that resides at home
your blond hair, didnt do me justice
“ESL” boldly written- over my face and voice
“you’re so wordly”
i speak but the pain bubbles in