Sanjeev Sethi

(1)
 

You blew up my bliss

in an incruent coup

quietly like a quilt with holes.

 

(2)


In the chime of your eye

I read the clef

egging you on to our chant.


(3)


When your partner looked

didn’t look when I looked,

I knew he knew.

Tern

 

 

 

 

 

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