priyanka voruganti is a los angeles based poet, performance artist, social worker and teacher. she/they hold the role as program administrator under the directors of harm reduction at homeless health care. priyanka is working on her first book, an auto-theory, sci-fi memoir called or not called Planet P. drop a line.

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Explanation
We coughed into faces
of children and drew
on our knees. Case in,
we were fleas. Fleas
yearning to be beetles, beetles
yearning to be spiders. Basement door
ajar as if it was purposeful; as if
it all were. We felt that even
our small fingers were curated:
smoothed, made small, made greedy.
Playtime superlatives: The Best
Dressed, The Most Kafkaesque.
We giggled, creating the world. This
Is A Knee. This Is A Flea. This is Dad
reading Kafka. I would laugh, you
would shudder, then more nonsense
ensued. We felt that all apparitions
were sensical. Mom made broccoli
and we deduced death. Everything
was plausible. There was no place
of greater solace for brother and I
besides top bunk-bed. Crashing,
all the way down, Oh No
Our Knees. Kicks
in the air, and Dog
gave us licks. Cafeteria
was hellish. In that way,
we knew what was home.