Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










NOT FOR DEATH by Srishti Dutta Chowdhury

since the water runs deep in rickety, in blue, in

the assertion of a pasty slug white over her skin, the

poet finds her oldest self in a tone. don’t.

erase her from the memory of

fire. postcoital glow on her face, she will

feed the old fears. water the wilting

wisteria.

since the stone cold gut orbiting the floor is this ring of fire, this

vulture dressed in space, she is the

wind-fighter. word-shy, the propensity of a ridge forming within

unforgiving soil.

 

there’s no saving-

 
 

SRISHTI DUTTA CHOWDHURY