Thanksgiving

For a patch of life grown wild. 

Everything in colour, living 

soundtracked by cult hits. 

For sharing your sadness 

and casting it over me, making us

a blanket fort. For breaking my heart 

the only way it could be broken, 

in a time like this. Traditional. Cinematic. 

For holding my brain 

in as high esteem as my hip bones. 

My too-bright flame. My trial-and-error. 

We had lunch the other day – 

shared pictures of our kids, made each other laugh. 

Judged the amount of air between us with precision. 

Jen Feroze