Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
In a dream, my father
was alive elsewhere
with another woman
and son. It was late
in August. On the train
station I felt another
body grow inside me.
I waited, wanted.
The other night
a friend killed herself
standing on the edge
of the platform.
Her face was a catalog
of barely beautiful
things like a landscape
in the present-perfect
tense.
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