monsters under our beds

i hold my tongue thinking it’s a hand. how
i am reclaiming some monsters
from under the bed. ask the girl who covered
her ears when she heard your name. we laugh
when they tell us some names are detonation.
i am tongue in hand, some promises in fists. and
ginger nails slipping thoughts in length. some
days we look out of the window when pale ocean
sees blue faces, and laugh. i come back in palms
as lines our grandmothers read behind glasses.
what d’ye want for chr-ist-mas? ummmm,
liquorice candies in pappa’s whisky glass.
eh, give me a minute,
grandma says. she returns
with ghosts in her satchel. and we learn to make
friends with monsters under our beds.

Tanya Singh is the Founder & Editor-in-Chief of The Cerurove. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Literary Orphans, The Black Napkin, Indolent Books (What Rough Beast series), among others. They live in India.

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