Mia Ayumi Malhotra
Seen from here, your distant dark’s
a cut-paper silhouette,
spindles wild along the sea’s hem–
an endless forgetting.
Land springs from the impossible
seam between water & sky,
our shadows stretch then shorten,
smudge the hollows of your face
gray with stuck sand, sallow
light sucked in eyeholes, mouth.
A . . .
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