Poetry at Sangam

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THE ONE YEAR AND A HALF ITCH by Indran Amirthanayagam

One year and a half without visiting
under covers. One year and a half
times a thousand Zooms. One year
and a half writing at the speed
you brush teeth, he fries an egg,
she goes to the powder room.
One year and a half including
a birthday without cuddling
within, under or about the sheets.
One year and a half and only
death becoming defined for
friends left and right, and up
ahead my own fantasy, beyond
the edge of the road. If only
I can know when to prepare
the will, and if I should try
still to find a companion
for the remaining time.


INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM