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The Lack of Mother Tongue
rests there like correct punctuation
Aug 4 • Aadya Manan

July 2026

I Never Did Find Out Who Pam Was
But at least I found her
Jul 31 • Aadya Manan
He Is The Cure
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
Jul 17 • Aadya Manan
FERMENTATION OF MY NEGATIVE TRAITS
On my inherited anger, avoidance, anxiety, and nostalgia
Jul 13 • Aadya Manan
Dear Sal
hi :)
Jul 8 • Aadya Manan
An object at rest stays haunted
It is 1:43am, and I am reading about entropy again, and the universe is supposedly expanding in every direction at once.
Jul 7 • Aadya Manan
The First Time I Brush Your Hair
I'm so in love with you
Jul 2 • Aadya Manan

June 2026

I have sent you a butterfly, but you cut its wings.
and I tell you, it would be such a shame for a creature that pretty to die
Jun 29 • Aadya Manan
Conversation between two graves lying side by side
my beloved ghost and me// sitting in a tree// D-Y-I-N-G
Jun 25 • Aadya Manan
The Syntax of Being Alive
To anyone who doesn’t understand punctuations,
Jun 22 • Aadya Manan
A falling out of love poem using only borrowed lines from grocery lists, train tickets, and receipts.
An elegy assembled from the doings of ordinary life.
Jun 19 • Aadya Manan
A Fly on the Wall, a Wallflower
Peripheral vision
Jun 17 • Aadya Manan
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