Bad Air Poem by Pinaki Dewan

she has been living
the sanitary life
fixing things and

breaking herself
she knows it is time
time for a repair

but the tools are gone
and he just sighs
like a pair of trousers

out to dry swaying
with the mild mild
wind and says it was

his dream to know and
understand the world
while she has been

trying to understand
her own since her
erroneous birth

it is a tremendous
quietude that i feel
now being in between

this bad bad air
scratch pad care
you know it is difficult

this difference
that is also a kind
of indifference