#076 by Mohana Das

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

-unnoticed-

outlined, sleep holes up in
vacuoles of midnight

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

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For more of Mohana’s work, check out her blog.

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