Synesthesia
Anoushka Dugar
The little girl couldn’t see.
The Sun had shut her eyelids,
So she couldn’t look at the stars
The Sun was a vain creature.
The little girl wanted to see color
So she walked across the cobblestone streets
Hissed at the fiery star in the sky
As breaths dribbled out of her mouth
trickling down her chin
Why
have you closed my eyes?
(The Sun was too busy talking to the Moon.)
She waited,
to silence.
The little girl glided across
shattered glass of lost voices
Paused to look into a small pond
There was a fish with one eye who smiled
You want to see color I heard,
The little girl nodded
Orange,
hold orange in your hand
And let its warmth travel into your veins
Until your whole body is filled with this light
Hear it.
Strum like a guitar
Slicing through your breath.
The little girl ran across a grassy knoll.