Seasonally I am sad
By Dhwanee Goyal
The wet change of season, hearing about my loneliness says:
have you considered becoming
a paperweight? An anchor
of sorts— a stable unit— main function
being promoting the togetherness of object.
And I said, did you get tired of being the destroyer
of those papers carelessly scattered into the wind,
turning them to mulch?
That was the end of the conversation. I like having the last word.
But perhaps I could have been a mermaid of metal, firm to hold—
trustworthy. I could be lilacs enclosed in resin, could be smoothened
stone of an enriched history in now-unfamiliar turf.
Why has the question of being appeared?
I can feel me floating away from myself,
before I’m ready for the goodbye.
Dhwanee Goyal is the editor-in-chief of Indigo Literary Journal. Dhwanee's work appears in Barrelhouse, Peach Magazine, A Velvet Giant, and more. Find her on Twitter @pparallell, or on substack tulipgardenintheshed.substack.com.