5
Arrangements
by Jassi K. Bassi
I try to meet eyes
with my mother
hoping she will see herself
I listen silently to my father
as he pawns off
family treasures land
the promise of the finest livestock
I realize
I am the only one who can feel it
the burn
even the chai cannot compare
soon I will move
from house
to house
like a piece of furniture
I will be left to collect dust
in a room that is never sat in
but is reserved for occasions
where my Fine China
will be given more compliments
than me.