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YOUR CART

Anindita Sengupta

Candela

                                Measure of luminous intensity
​Popsicles of foam 

& sand is warm butter            On my mind:

all our ways of dying. 

            A bright canopy

like the breadth of sky

spreads its hands as if in welcome.

Thank you for sharing

your waking moments

with me. I never bargained

for so much closeness     
                   
with another human.                           Like mussel byssus,

we are hundreds of threads. As if

glued to wave-threatened rock.

Seaweed smell, its blunt

muttony stipe & kelp.

Like animals we plan a foray.

We're living keen 

as black pelican beak

which understands water

by piercing it.

Its wings embrace

the inescapable                                   periwinkle 

            Two kites

rapport in the sky,

saturated & vibrant as 

lemon with salt.

S. Erin Batiste
Anindita Sengupta is the author of Walk Like Monsters (Paperwall, 2016) and City of Water (Sahitya Akademi, 2010). Her work has appeared in anthologies and journals such as Plume, 580 Split, One and Breakwater Review. She is Contributing Editor, Poetry, at Barren Magazine. She has received fellowships and awards from the Charles Wallace Trust India, the International Reporting Project, TFA India and Muse India. She currently lives in Los Angeles, California. 
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