Road War
Hoisting the bisexuality
on a figurine,
I crawl back to anxiety.
The primitive instinct
was taking over the stitches
on a snake.
What do you want from
a moon for the drooling
mouth of a seashell?
Braiding the breasts
against gravity,
earth wants to defy the duality.
poem by Satish Verma
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