Here      I live again.
Body fingered in rust, this
language sledging on its words.

Here      I lisped into
walls. Bridge veins. My ash
flows under this bridge. A

broom cannot sweep its water.
I say that if I hang from
a clothesline, I could drop an ocean.

Devanshi Khetarpal is a junior at St. Joseph’s Convent School, Bhopal, India. She is the author of Welcome to Hilltop High (Indra, 2012) and Co:ma,to’se (Partridge, 2014). She is the Poetry Editor for Phosphene Literary Journal and the Editor-in-chief of Inklette. She is an attendee of the Iowa Young Writers’ Studio. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Textploit, Polyphony H.S., The Noisy Island, lipstickparty magazine and Spark, among others.

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One Response to Hometown

  1. theinnerzone says:

    The last stanza is stellar. **

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