What is happening to me?
I used to love a room full of people
Family, children, women
Now I am diving towards
Solitude, further into strangeness
Face hurting from crying
Grief, clearing the muddled head
Amma, what is happening to me?
"A boy with two wives," you said,
Needling me, seeing me
On the phone with one and
And then the other
Now, having lived ten times over
I am a man with two memories
Tired of this prison