You Don't Know Poem by Feneena S Mohamed

Cornflakes,
For breakfast;
Perhaps boiled eggs too.

You don't know
I like puttu and kadala,
puttu like Himalayan snowflakes,
kadala, made with fresh coconut
fried till they ooze
my favorite aroma.

You don't know
that I blinked at the moon
through the wooden banister-
my fingers glued
at the epicentre,
the taste of blood.

My dentist's appointment
endlessly deferred,
Our daughter's marriage,
Your cold and fever.