white edges of pillowcases intersect bedsheetsat proud angles / a swab at the stuckout tongue
the doctor's torch makes the mouth sunset / the
stethoscope probes a wheezy hum filtering safely
through sieve ears / a pale pinpricked finger / blood
bulbs in the young dark a dome of possibilities sung
in red like a sharbat memory of styrofoam cups / a
moat of medication / fort against wild sieges shush
ed against a glass slide for further testing // we're
swimming & drowning in the same water / we're
falling on burdened backs / childhoods sacked over
adult shoulders / we see sheds collapsing in curtains
of dust / protruding bellies of named bodies / light
houses shed at the edges of slums / my long sleeves
laminar flow over my naked arm thinking at once
of all the antbites & jaggery rain
~ Ajay
28/3/2020
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bliss station ~ poetry
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