Poems by prasanna

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  • you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
    almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...

  • like a gentle breeze warmed by the sun,
    you pour over me in a steady stream, constantly...

  • consider the litany of beauty—
    tonight, there is you, nestled in the fists of...

  • Happenstance—the way you turn the corner at full...
    bumping into me, spilling an armful of books that...

  • “…and the wound was a place of shelter for...
    You sincerely ask. You speak the grief I’ve been...

  • and what else perches upon this body, but the hot...
    regret, as if sorrow opened its mouth, turning on...

  • After being tended to by parents, who had more...
    than love—who called out for a more benevolent...

  • The days are warmer now—you spill everywhere,
    even the shadow is formed in your shape...

  • Who else would remember— their first night...
    fluorescent tubes, and the lone waitress who...

  • Her hand atop yours, and on the inside, you are...
    at daybreak no less, you could not part. You did...

  • I want to share the sunset with you, I don’t...
    reduced to slivers of photographs and pixels...

  • Maybe forgetting is first, and death comes...
    because we gave it meaning by connecting the...