Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
My love has zero spatial awareness; its limbs
grow too fast in the night; I dream of our luxurious
intimate private times, then wake up gawky,
afraid of love’s new reach. How long have I been
waiting here for you? With just a single occupant
nothing in your room can be verified. Since you left,
the city is a sign blown over in the street.
I have come to trust the thoroughness of self-deception;
I stretch out on the bed and practice lying my way
out of anything, then lying my way back in.