Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
They searched me
inside out
as if
I were a pocket stitched to their pants
as if
they could shove their hands
into my spirit
turn it inside out
empty the shell
they searched me
for who I loved
shoved a torchlight into my mouth
nails roughing up my pours
clawing in to see
if I were just a lump
I clenched my teeth in kindness
else I’d have bitten off their hands
They searched me
inside out
as if
I were a pocket stitched to their pants
as if
they could shove their hands
into my spirit
turn it inside out
empty the shell
They searched me
for what I ate
nose in my spice box
fingers in the cold cuts
poison siphoning into my rice and meat curry
black sludge
it spread on the floor
I cut oxygen to my brain for peace
else I’d have lunged at their throat
They searched me
inside out
as if
I were a pocket stitched to their pants
as if
they could shove their hands
into my spirit
turn it inside out
empty the shell
They searched me
for where I lay my head
and dreamt a private dream
invading my prayers
with slur
snarling the radio into my head
numb
I shut my ears in love
else I’d have let out a scream so sharp
it would’ve brought down their roof
on their head
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