Like empty calories all emotions aren’t alimentative.
Longueur soaks through my passage. With imaginary
pompoms I stand by my side applauding its apopemptic
moves. In the scriptorium of mind I seal our story, long
and short of my injury, my embrocation. Half-heard
noises take shelter in my solitude to create the nectar
of neighborliness. In such a frame I find my fulcrum.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: London Grip New Poetry, Skylight 47 Poetry, The Curly Mind, Indefinite Space, Mad Swirl, Serving House Journal, Better Than Starbucks, The Penwood Review, Futures Trading, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.