Read Poem: SWEET LITTLE BOY by Anamica Kumari

sweet little boy
sleeping soundlessly in my arms
a little drunk and a little clingy
he always reminds me
of how scared i’ve always been of loneliness
of how scared i’ve always been
of sleeping alone in a cold bed
when i’m seventy and sick
he always reminds me
of how i always believed myself
to be not loveable enough
especially when i first met him
for i wasn’t that feisty or insane
how i believed he must have liked his girls too
and he was everything that i wanted
i was a cry baby and i’d get down
on my knees too easily
you’d ask for anything and i would never say no
and so i believed he’d get bored of me too easily
for he was the kind who liked to be teased
with little games of tug-of-war
and liked having it crazy
oh honey sweet
when i…