Lakshmi Mitra is a postgrad student living in India. She has been published in The Rising Phoenix Review, The Fem, and Vagabond City among others.



Lakshmi Mitra

somnolence

the city closes its eyes, and pretends at sleep / in these waking moments, this afternoon’s headache rustles / a piece of syrupy sky / the sugar of pain soothing on half-lids / all things being similar, be wary of rest / so we are told as children / (rest is for the day of god) / so we are told now that we’ve grown / (we who have always been godless) / let this sickness settle an unguent in the bones / let this sickness settle in my bones. this, the moon season of no change / the bridges run viscous with the shadows of dead marutis / and the water runs strange and white from dirty taps / skin stretched by scentless soap, yields nothing / rips like a turning leaf / that reminds me, leaves sizzle at the crematorium and even / your third eye bleeds / in the sunlight bitter and runny, scathes the silent roofs. come now, we lie on unmade beds / too tired to move we should try perhaps, a finger or a toe, even a breath/ come now. we are in the mist of a great forgetting / this is the place we have chosen to die in / this the place / we have chosen to live in / here, under the endless patience of half-glazed spitting stars.




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