
Confused
Shristi Goswami

Aren’t we all just under construction
Like the buildings at Kings Cross?
The blue sky is but
Covered in scaffolding
Snatching the beauty of the clouds.
I ask myself
Everyday
Am I alright? Am I? Am?
Then I see the trees of Russell Square
One moment, nude
And the next, covered till the roots.
Shameless once
Full of shame, the next.
I ask myself again
Am I alright? Am I? Am?