Poetry – Fall 2018
Blue
To meet you and feel cut open
like fruit, like a suitcase that bursts open while you
collect your boarding pass
Ant-eating
the truth is
hindi is a warzone with thunder and blunt
edges, and my feet slipping always
To meet you and feel cut open
like fruit, like a suitcase that bursts open while you
collect your boarding pass
the truth is
hindi is a warzone with thunder and blunt
edges, and my feet slipping always
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