We
A poem
A poem from my forthcoming collection My Dead Flowers (Harper Collins India, January 2026
We What would we each be Each to each If we there was no we Between you and I Then there’d be No Agneau with cumin We ate yesterday Or the shrimp soup You cooked the night before Because I was not well. There’d be no whispers In French Asking me to move over Because you’re almost out of the bed And that je tombe du lit Has a different euphamistic meaning Than what AI tells me these days. I ask AI, what would life be without m in it It answers: That depends—who is Mo to you? A friend, a partner, a pet, a mentor? Sounds like they’re important to you, so I imagine life would feel different—maybe emptier, maybe freer, maybe just… different. What makes you wonder about this? So I changed the m to Mon amour And now it tells me If “Mon amour” is someone you deeply love, then life without them would likely feel like a huge shift—maybe quieter, maybe lonelier, maybe just missing a cer…



