A Gullet's Lump

Jun 5, 2024

1 min read

Updated: Oct 2, 2024

By Urvish Lodha

Letters serve me disrelish

It’s the signing that stings

My mind is exacting

Fingers are pipes

For sincerity that dissipates

Like smoke in a well

Conscience sticks the tar.

Clanging destitute drawbridge chains

I am an escarpment

Stoic to boats that dare knock

Spread as plain awaiting the sickle

A winged anopheles

Set teeth tight and touching.

By Urvish Lodha

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