Making beautiful garments…
mamangam: a rima kallingal dream
Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
cushions of cotton
The nameless guessing game
Who is you?
every heart shares the same language
but how does it truly know those
that are speaking it specifically to you?