The compositions on my corneas are in braille.
No need to tell me of the sinuosities between
us. Those engrams itch. I’m used to repeating
myself, like seeking shelter from charred ceilings.
Who do I execrate when one’s soil is swidden?
Pathographies of our time guarantee I’m in a
good place. I wonder who creates this arrhythmia?
When face-to-face with the past how does one
manage? I consume snifters: my way out of
messy corners. Déjàbrew is never a delight.
The recently released, This Summer and That Summer, (Bloomsbury) is Sanjeev Sethi’s third book of poems.
His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Solstice Literary Magazine, Off the Coast Literary Journal, Hamilton Stone Review, Literary Orphans, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Peregrine Muse, Otoliths, Café Dissensus Everyday, Muse India, and elsewhere. Poems are forthcoming in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, and First Literary Review-East. He lives in Mumbai, India.