By Baisali Chatterjee Dutt
Home Schooled I eat a new word everyday for breakfast. You butter the newspaper and down it with a cup of sugarless tea leaving behind crumbs on the chair. After you leave, I regurgitate my newly acquired set of letters, spit them out, and let them bounce off the walls. Some settle on my broom-wielding hand like henna so I softly trace their beauty like a baby’s sleeping face. I revel in their temporary freedom and pound the floor with my bare fists and elegies. When you’re back, I swallow them whole, caging them as before, allowing you to believe that Yes, Right away and Thank you are the sum total of my vocabulary.
Baisali Chatterjee Dutt is a domesticated nomad who writes, edits, dabbles in theatre and teaches. Her poetry has been published in various anthologies and magazines, print as well as online.