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Please call me a cloud

Do not take the still of
a hounded head
ever so slightly, you
come in go out shuffle drawers
and pull out

The beard
pricks in unkind possibilities,
leaves me retarded

and arrythmic, forever counting
one last stopgap at Vasind
and the dreamstory of a mountain goat
resung for that hopeless sleepsmile.

Moitrayee Sengupta

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