By Shloka Ettna
Leo 𖤓 | Leo ⏾ | Taurus ↑
I light a candle
for all the grays
that arrived in my hair
a year ago.
I hadn’t wanted
them there.
Grey, the color of where
the body sometimes
lives its sorrows.
In the fall I see a friend
with a beard
some years gray
and I remember
grey, also how
the body
expresses its love,
after loss.
So I wish the grays, harboring
in my hair, these overnight,
striations of love,
a year’s anniversary, a belated
welcome.
Shloka Ettna (she/hers) is a writer and self-taught illustrator who makes art to confront and reconcile with the world. Her work depicts resistance to global injustices while stimulating imaginations to visualize another world. She’s interested in creating artwork that’s accessible, conducive to healing and part of the struggle for universal liberation. She was born and raised in Mumbai, India and lives in the United States. She is a queer person of color. She can be found on IG @shlokaettna
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