by Sanjeev Sethi (September 2016)



Conference of crows:

life burns

buried in their beaks?




Newsletters, love songs

for the lonely. I’ve my share.

Love is a bull run.




Is manscaping my salve?

Will fresh skin free

me from skeins.




Quotidian cries

make me uneasy.

Meter is my marijuana




Leaden minds let

monologies loiter.

Agile brains edit briskly.




When moping

for stub of sadness

I vape your memory.




Empathy with ebonics:


of lingual hitchhikers.




When you’ve an urge to alter

another’s poem:

it’s working.




Gravid with groans

kvetching and cussing.

This too, is commitment.




Meeting via photographs

has its hitch,

one never sees the snot.




Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest work. His poems have found a home in Ink Sweat and Tears, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, The Galway ReviewYour One Phone Call, Otoliths, Scarlet Leaf Review, The Ofi Press Literary Magazine,  Lunaris Review, Expound Magazine, Postcolonial Text, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, The Aerogram, Right Hand Pointing, Literary Orphans, Squawk Back, The Provo Canyon Review, The Blue Mountain Review, Mad Swirl, Easy Street, W.I.S.H. Press, The Five-Two, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.


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