Maya

Don’t be fooled by what geologists say.
Earth is soft, pulpy, sucking deep snorts, farts.
Retrieve a foot, other sinks deep.

Father explained how saints walked on lakes
squishing water hyacinths, tangling in weeds and messy algae.
Padma pada – lotus footed.

At the Fair half snake-half girl groaned from a tent.
Mother threw half anna paisa to the girl washed ashore Cooum –
a river once, sewer now.

I gave birth to a snake child, adorned her tail with anklets,
tied rope around the waist, dropped her in a well
among a  dozen water serpents.

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