Craft

by Ayesha Chatterjee

I’m thinking of how your voice rises and falls like
ikat, upright silver lines when you speak
and, in between, pure, slender pauses.

Katha, maybe. Or dhakai.

I should fold it into a scarf and wrap
it round my throat. Then who would know
which voice was whose.

— from Juniper Volume 4, Issue 1