In This Room

Archana Apte

A short-haired girl pushed her way
Towards the quinoa burgers, tugging along the hand
Of a tall, bewildered brunette in a denim jacket and sensible shoes,
Happy to follow her girlfriend through the crowd.

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A Purple Room

Archana Apte

Yesterday my sister left.
Her room is there for me to take,
The walls splotchy purple
and neat, expecting her
to come take a seat,
hit the books and get the grade.
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