if I can’t kill it
I can’t eat it
first day of spring
her tongue
on my tongue
ice-cream
dinner date
the single mum’s
leaking breast
I can’t eat it
first day of spring
her tongue
on my tongue
ice-cream
dinner date
the single mum’s
leaking breast
bombed farms
Thank you to editor Daipayan Nair for accepting these poems. a newspaper on the picnic rug hospital garden the last train under a blac...