wai

My Nani
she put a mine in my head
I stomp all over the places in my mind
I keep missing the spot
What was the name?
She fed me these roots of a plant
it grows on an ancient hillock in Kashmir
The hill of myna
She said it is good for memory
bitter
I forget the name
I trample
name of a bird
a harwan tile
a lake
a leaf
a root
bitter
I stomp on her two feet back
it hurt as I got older

my feet got bigger
her back
brittle
fleeting memories

I stop
Why
why
wai, is the name