We didn’t meet in tundra with freedom’s
horses breaking into a thousand
wild silhouettes as we mated. We
felt the shapeshifters’ shivering.
It feels that way. The malt I drank
and the Black Russian suggested
for you birthed a grey stream, almost
a lace slithering across the cold terrain.
It didn’t happen that way either,
although we remember both occurrences.
We reminisce fishing, two mature fish
swallowing the baits, hooks, boats and the night.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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