Poetry
Monsoon Ledger
Fourteen poems kept like household accounts: what the rain took, what it returned, and what was borrowed from a mother who never asked for it back.
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Debit
The rain took the porch light first,
then the name of the street,
then my father's patience with the gutter
which he had always kept
in the same tin as the nails.
I write it down.
I am my mother's daughter:
everything lost is a line item,
everything kept
is a line item too.
Credit
What the rain returned:
a sandal, not ours.
A smell of cut lemongrass
from three houses down.
My brother, home early,
wet to the collar and laughing
like a boy who has been forgiven
for something he hasn't done yet.
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