Poetry at Sangam
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From Insulae*
The room is always dark. Bed right up to windowsill. The wall. A clothes rack divides it from the rest. At night the boom and blur of drinkers trundling by, returning bottles to the store across the street. It’s named after a city to the east. The turn-of-the-century station on the corner a former province. In the other direction there’s a park. The room there is always dark, but it’s summer. The trees are full. The grey city’s full of still unmoving heat. You wondered about the rose in blue. You wondered, What color does possession take. Obsession. You wondered how long.
(Lt.) Literally ‘islands’. In ancient Rome, apartment buildings or city blocks.
Excerpted from Triptych: The Little Light That Escaped, Alexander Booth.