BROKEN EGGS
I have learned
how to bake my pain
into a cake.
I now feed them
To other people.
When you come for tea,
you might leave
with a bitter aftertaste.
The antacids are in the candy bowl.
PLEA BARGAIN
Break, ugly mirror.
Crack into shiny pieces
and split my funny face.
Let the jagged edges of me,
be swept away into dust.
The laughter in my head
is enough;
I don’t need your judgemental eyes
to remind me
of all that is left undone.
Break, ugly mirror.
Or turn me to stone
instead.
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. Her novella in verse, Three is a Lonely Number, is available on Amazon Kindle.
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