//This is not how we tell our story//
We don’t say that she was a timid girl
We say that she dreamt of chameleons and curtain drapes
We don’t say that he was anorexic
Wesay that he was a sculptor
Who had mastered the art of self control
We don’t say that he mother was seen with another man
We say that there was extra coffee at the bottom of the vessel
We don’t say that we disagree with you
We say ‘hum kaagaz nahi dikhayenge’
We don’t say that my son is dyslexic
We say that he is multi-lingual
We don’t call her an arrogant snob
We call her an agitated tigress
We don’t say that he was a struggling artist
We say that his house was filled with paper boats floating on cheap wine
We don’t count our days together
We take tomorrow’s pills, tonight
We don’t say a boy kissed a boy
We say that we demolished a machine by kicking it in the stomach
We don’t say that she was a silent bystander
We say that she dipped her thermometer in hot tea
//You and I
We, did not destroy each other
A pyromaniac lived in a matchbox//
-Rahel
