Mrs. Sen slipped into an affair
with the husband of the woman
her husband slept with.

None of the four knew anything.
The hive under the porch’s canopy
hummed all day and sometimes
during the night if Mrs. Sen skipped
to turn off the light.

These affairs had some doltish simile
with the knowledge the four did not possess.
All they had was the street their children
bicycled on, their houses occupied two wrinkles
on the plain, in the time. An arrow marked
where to go although if you follow it
you might never leave where you were.






Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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