
This selection, chosen by Guest Curator Sally Rosen Kindred, is from Atlas of Lost Places by Yamini Pathak, released by Milk and Cake Press in 2020.
Ghazal for the Morning Slipped Away
Once you slow-ripened on a tree, a plum purpling to
bruise, assayed, awaited pretty mouths puckered to pluck
The arc of the aubade bent away, while you spun
the stars to sleep, unlock that chest, unloose your fists full of pluck
Afternoon sun held captive in an abandoned well, a contentment
of pigeons is no ruffled tremolo, no flighty pizzicato pluck
Late in the day, drench the air with the sweat of bees, sinew a song
to vein their wings, roses lose their perfume soon after they’re plucked
You’re a stranger in the garden, late-bloomer with gypsy heart
your caravan song, from your spotted tongue, like thorns you pluck


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