Even at its most difficult by Manahil Bandukwala

Poem title: Even at its most difficult Poet name: Manahil Bandukwala Poem: love: maybe the only constant thing worth loving – Sanna Wani   love is worth loving.   I am falling in love with  the change from crown molding to creeping   plants. With improperly pressed irises  rotting purple ink in my sketchbook   With beauty and the way everything  is beautiful, including you.   Including translucent dragonfly wings when we chase  the sun from tree shadows. Including every scar,  from the absent flesh in your left pinky  to the invisible stiches holding together   your ribcage. I am falling like  falling is really flying is really swimming   across the river blackened with night. Every day I practice being alive. Try to fall  in love with something new. Gold paint flecks  on the popcorn ceiling. Hogweed. I too  am poisonous to touch. Gujarati is not a love language but I fall in love with how home  is not home without it. Even with  half the bulbs fused, I am falling in love   with fairy lights strung across balcony windows.  End of poem. Credits and bio: Copyright © Manahil Bandukwala  Previously published in The Malahat Review, 2021  Manahil Bandukwala is a writer & visual artist. She is currently Coordinating Editor for Arc Poetry Magazine & Digital Content Editor for Canthius. She is a member of Ottawa-based writing collective VII. Her collaborative chapbook with Conyer Clayton, Sprawl | the time it took us to forget (Collusion, 2020) was shortlisted for the bpNichol Award. Her debut poetry collection is MONUMENT (Brick Books, 2022).