I don’t owe obedience to English
I am not its
It’s mine
to bend
to break.
Grammar is too small of a classroom
I prefer playgrounds
where words
become sand
become sentences.
Spellings are strands of jackfruit
—stuck—
in between two teeth
I roll my tongue
spit out.
Neha Rayamajhi is a cultural worker who uses multidisciplinary praxis to disrupt and build. Her works have appeared in The South Asia Journal, Arkana Magazine, The Kathmandu Post, The Asian Arts Initiative, and other exhibitions and publications. Born in Kathmandu and raised by Nepal, she currently daydreams in the unceded land of the Massachusetts and Pawtucket people.