City Series – Anusha Dhawan in Sonipat, Haryana, We the Isolationists (169th Corona Diary)
Our corona diary.
[Text and photo by Anusha Dhawan]
I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona… and I see myself,
drawing and lying uncomfortably in a one person bed,
I feel the press of the full moons of my sole on my restitched ankle ,
I see the hollow of my back as a cup, full of the flesh of an imaginary palm (no person),
I know it will never be someone so dear,
While I am at it, the side of my toe tries to fit into the nape of the other one
this time accompanied with a slight itch
the wet of my underarm being cooled
(there are two or more of us
one is the limb that has learnt to survive
and the other is the one I find hanging loosely in bed)
looping and warping images I have always known would remain unrequited
but the phantom kept weaving untill now,
now – that there is this lump in my throat
now – I question whether your full and my hollow are both rendered irrelevant?
“We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting with “I close my eyes in my self-isolation from Corona… and I see…” Not more than 100 words. With a horizontal-sized selfie, along with your city name… please mail to me at email@example.com.