leaky faucets dripping incessantly
birthing a river; home to invisible creatures
I
on the pale commode
with my feet on the cheapest tiles we could afford ten tears ago
see transparent squids through silent eyes
tentacles warping in all directions
touching toes
touching souls
to transfer a message
between species, a message from the sea
of salt and petals and sharks and seagulls
the water calls
me
and I feel it on my head
the water
“Yes! I feel it!
A few drops! Like rain!”
but it’s only my slumber
that has me forgetting that
the electric geyser up there also leaks
-Tanmay
minutes of my heart 