Poetry 2015, FeaturedWriter Gayatri Chawla

Cocoon

Twin souls cycle together
fetuses in a silent mode
sondering, a winter waltz
twin peas in a pod.
Two steps away
dolls on the mantelpiece, mix-
matched matryoshka dolls
they look related
distant cousins,
cousins distant over a family feud.

That thermal coat is a mask
two layers of fair skin
under one of dark brown.
Now, chapped lips on the mother’s face
like an empty bench in a snow globe.
Twin eyes of the garden potato,
stare back.