I made it flood
There’s mud in my sandals.
The ocean hitched a ride to our main road. I hope you took
the long passage on a bridge of unfaltering water this time.
I took a walk outside and it rained, I said, nettled, because
it still was. I didn’t realise you’d write a religion about it.
I’m sorry. I didn’t read the weather forecast, so I didn’t think
to ask — is there a deluge happening inside you?
Paridhi Agarwal is an international student, currently occupying space, time, and other dimensions in Shanghai. Her poetry has appeared in Uroborus, Wordsmiths, and is forthcoming in Fuselit, Myths of the Near Future, and more. She blogs at baalakavii.wordpress.com.