somacheri


Writing

lost poet

“This is life, this now and no other then” says the poet, softly fingering the pages- / living through the words of the dead. He cut off the tips of his fingers and glued them over his lip…

growing up simpleton

....gauzy cloth clinging to their ripe bodies – little sirens. / Their hips move more losely than mine.

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