she smiles in circles
far away there are floods
a celebrity hung herself in the damp.

in jars of rancid confitures, light
incessantly beat her wings


outlined, sleep holes up in
vacuoles of midnight

i want to shed my skin,
fuse in your intimacy-
tomorrow is but another era.

©Mohana Das


8 thoughts on “#076

  1. Yes – agree with Bjorn – this gets stronger and stronger as it moves along. Especially like the sleep holing up in the vacuoles of midnight, and tomorrow is another era – gives a real sense of the way that time drags, feels monumental. k.

    • This just came one night after reading through newspapers splashed with the suicide of yet another forlorn actress. It is, like you say, all about the lack of hope.

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