Honestly speaking

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Strawberry stains speak specifically of decades;
slow afternoons
when traffic converts into arteries of light around the heart
of the metropolis,
equal parts exhaustion and hope—
of times when we would lounge in front of the television set for hours
on end, bread sticks and cheese
in the corner cupboard, which one of us
would begrudgingly
get up to get; where, oh where have those days gone?
Of first kisses, awkward and rushed,
I can still recall the fragrance on my cardigan when we’d held hands
and dropped chutney accidentally in the process—
I guess that’s what you get
for not
doing your laundry on time; but knowing me, I’d do it all over again.
How else do you walk such glorious distances together?

 

 

 

 

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28 Replies to “Honestly speaking”

  1. I love the carelessness of love with those stains of strawberry and chutney (not to mention breadsticks and cheese), maybe it’s the insistence of washing up that puts an end to it all.

  2. I love that ending. It’s almost like a companion piece to Bjorn’s poem. I am a neglectful housewife – there are always more interesting things to do! – so this really spoke to me.

  3. I so love how you tell stories from the food stains – so much nostalgia in the verses. I bet you keep some of them for their sweet memories.

  4. Oh so romantic describing everyday things in a relationship. very special Sanaa. I loved the chutney spill ☺️

  5. Great piece, especially
    ‘slow afternoons
    when traffic converts into arteries of light around the heart
    of the metropolis,
    equal parts exhaustion and hope—’

  6. I’d do it all over again.
    How else do you walk
    such glorious distances together?

    It is a small inconvenience but helps tremendously to sustain a beautiful friendship. Why not? Great words Sanaa!

    Hank

  7. Such wonderful word painting in this poem, coupled with the strong evocation of place, like “traffic converts into arteries of light around the heart of the metropolis”

    One of those ones you read through several times to make sure you catch it all.

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