A little step in nectar
and I know I am home
A crooked arrow points me like yellow mandibles on mad honey
Where my mother is waiting in a hive
And I was born in a pollen basket woven into the skies
With my hands that rocket towards the doorknob
hallucination from a frothing beebread and a sob
My mother shutting the door tight
My father finally coming home at night
Shalini Singh is a third-year multi-genre candidate at Iowa State University, where she is living in the dying prairies, executing craft choices that range from underground narratives to facilitating workshops. She is working on her hybrid thesis and a collection. Recently, her image-texts were exhibited at the Bloom Exhibition at Mainframe Studios in Des Moines, Iowa on the theme of light photography and mental health-wellbeing. Shalini was a lawyer in her previous life, having reviewed books and movies for over a decade.
