Tag Archives: Smriti Verma

Twins

The days of our pasts were heaven white. Heaving with a weight only a dead person knows. Our skins, fireflies in the dark. The eye pits, the tired breasts, and nights of green. Soon, soon, it was coming, but never … Continue reading

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Forests

This has been almost futile: elephant stamps,             tree rings, crashing into bodies, knocking into bats,                         tasting water off the soil, and coming together,             making sense of this and that, licking the concrete down below. The ice scalding our feet, a … Continue reading

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In Memoriam

On the face of it, there isn’t anything to be said. Spread the paint across the floor, lay down the white. Cover your palms with wax, a bald eagle. Instructions: empty the skies into an eye of gold. Keep the … Continue reading

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