She peered out the window:
a VIBGYOR out of reach,
from her monochrome world.
Father bought me a shirt
Said it would suit me
Washed and ironed it for me
Made me wear it on my birthday
Asked me to pose for a photo
And then a shaky selfie
Chided me to smile wider
Held the phone a little steadier
Captured his cherished moment
Sent it to all his friends,
Declaring I made him proud.
Voiceless, I made him proud.
Whisk, whisk, whisk, away —
butter, cheese, flour, and whey
white saucy pasta on the way.
Inhale salivating scent from afar
and devour – the vegan’s nightmare.
Together they stick:
Gelled hair.