Comments about Akshaya Pawasker
Forever Your Parasite
I was floating in your womb,
warm amniotic fluid bathing me.
A dream, I dreamt with open eyes,
of this safety cocoon.
I dream it often, to coil back.
My umbilicus though devoid
and your placenta shriveled,
a phantasmal cord still attached.
The Wharton's jelly dried,