- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
I Tremble
My fingers tremble in presence of some people
people whose presence breaks me down like the grammar of a language half-learnt
learning uneasy learning like getting sogged in sand-water
water trembles with my touch like a tilted painting hung on the blades of the shoulder
of people in whose presence I tremble
I tremble like a disembowelled fish on hot oil slippery with its personal life-less-ness
I Tremble
like moon in un-still water like clouds in a stormy weather like the lid over boiling rice-water like the fan moves a feather like sparks from a cracker
in presence of some people
I tremble