Perfect in Her Imperfections by Amra Khan
Perhaps we knew we were headed for
Winter, perhaps we knew this was our last summer.
For why else would we
Insist on taking the boat out to the sea.
To see the dolphins he had said.
And I had followed. That’s the way it had always been.
He crested, I lay low.
It was late October when he called again. Said he was out on
A long haul flight. To catch the sunrise on South China sea.
I imagined him cresting somewhere on a cloud.
And as my mind hit a turbulent patch,
It was easier to think
Of parachute drops, of landings in summer fields
Of that which kept us safe together and that
Which didn’t —
~ Pooja Garg Singh
Pooja Garg Singh is a Denver-based writer and poet. She writes on feminist issues and culture. Her articles and poems have been published in magazines like ‘The Feminist Wire’ and ‘The Aerogram’. An ex-business journalist, Pooja now runs a content company, WordTree.
