a bursi for grandmother i. i dreamt i was a humpback too afraid to dive deep into the abyss dark and cold. light doesn’t penetrate past the layers of ocean, thick with the living. i remember being young and laughing through songs whose meanings crashed like waves as couplets coalesced in rhyme. i always thought swimming was like flying, the freedom of pectoral fins like wings the viscous ripples of bending water, and songs for miles- dhire dhire aja nindiya more piya jaibe bidesiya. (sleep come slowly, slowly at dawn...