India’s hottest month,
table and ceiling fans work overtime,
never catching breath
as they drown out conversation.
I grow shadows, push
amorphous shapes down my mouth.
Children pitch tents in my uvula,
teach me how to be alive again.
May arrives each year
granting me permission to
slink away from the past,
gathering up skeletons
of discarded seconds.
Citation: Mumbai skyline (Rinsol.com) is superimposed on abstract art of Steve Johnson (Unsplash.com)