outside the window
a crow pecks at roadkill
I press my fingers
to the brittle bones
beneath my skin
—Nalini Shetty
after love
the slow creak of the fan
above our bed
some things
turn forever
—Nalini Shetty
sorting buttons
from an old tin box
I pause
each one
belonging to something lost
—Nalini Shetty
ferry crossing
the river water churns
underneath us
I hold tight to the rail
and
your unspoken words
Nalini Shetty
saffron robes
flutter in the breeze
Ganges twilight
behind you a silhouette
I
can’t reach
Nalini Shetty
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