Poetry: Grandmother

My grandmother is beautiful
Soft arms like crepe paper
Thin wisps of hair,
Like a baby
After 84 years.

How do I explain to her
I need 50,000 rupees to take a nice picture?
(lens shopping)
How do I explain to her
The world showing up on a black screen?
(the internet)
That an idea can be auctioned for cash?
How do I explain to her,
People scream revolution through laptops?
And how do I explain techno music?
And that I love my boy friends who aren’t boyfriends?

She is an alien,
Teleported to a foreign planet by Time.
A planet where everything is backwards,
Where those who knew everything know nothing,
Where babies teach grandmothers.

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