A mango lassi from a roadside stall shot me down. For the next week before I try sleep
Zen Punch. It sounds like a nice cocktail,
although I imagine it may arrive in a chalice,
garnished with sea sand, smoke from liquid nitrogen,
and when the smoke dies and you sip, you find
the glass is empty.
Perhaps emptiness is what I need in a space
thronged with sweaty air, and where I need
to walk a desert strip to find a friendly stranger.
No, the barman pours two fingers of Talisker, adds this,
adds that and serves me. I ask him about the name.
He shrugs, “We use the ice from the old morgue.
Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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