twelve days since I massaged massi’s legs and we said we loved eachother, we now sit in reverse:
my naked calves in her naked hands
i laugh-ask her if she thinks i need a pedicure
– knowing the answer –
knowing the love.
in Punjabi that sounds fiercely honest
that breaks my heart a little bit
and startles my ears.
later, grocery shopping
i swap her heavy bag for my light one
and whilst empty, she sneaks her other hand into mine
– as if this was a high school romance –
we hold on in a way that is unsensible
bend traffic around our arms
let duppattas fall loose
we hold on in a way that screams
there’s not long left now – i love you.