Chopping To Cook
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Indira Renganathan
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As thoughts are chopping
My mind
Knife is cutting
My finger
As my finger is
Crying red
My mind is treating
My red thoughts
'No celestial being
Will descend
To cook for you'
My heart says
Fungal mind
Shrinking esophagus
Stomach is deprived
Of its hourly wages
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