Tag Archives: Meghana Mysore

typewriter

i’ve written a lot of love poems lately but i don’t think i’ve ever been in love i want to kiss someone until skeleton becomes liquid lips dissolve into equality and this hurt evaporates too i want to love someone … Continue reading

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The Mathematics of Wrinkles

Heaven is an asymptote, he says, eyes cold like calculus. Is hell an asymptote too? He doesn’t answer. Theorems harbor in his veins. I imagine his graph: a parabola, and today he falls below the vertex. We are limits to … Continue reading

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Song

Fingers stretch across keys, sleuthing detectives of sound. She closes her eyes, forgets to remember the chaos, forgets to be afraid. This isn’t the story of a girl and her piano, but of wordless song. Too much unexplained and she … Continue reading

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Chardonnay

Katherine’s eyes are stories. Silenced stories, and you hunger to give them voice. Her hand trembles as she holds a glass of gold wine, honey residue spilling down the fabric of her dress. Katherine’s stories are recycled. Reused and recycled, … Continue reading

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Burn

When you think of a fire, do you think of the people             within or without? Do you pity the spectators, watching the city deteriorate, or the inhabitants, losing their world? I pity the young girl, standing outside the burning city, … Continue reading

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What Learning Leaves

after Taylor Mali I. is hunger. is curiosity. to search beneath the pages and find something only you can find. is thought. is the stretch of water             across a seamless terrain— is a lack of boundaries—the feeling that the margins … Continue reading

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