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kurseong by swadesh misra
“Kurseong” by Swadesh Misra

INSIDE THE FLAME

Home from work at 8:30PM
my apartment starving
looking at the walls
without walls we couldn’t
survive, I think
a police siren screams
I have a glass of water
wondering if my crazy
neighbour  will call the
police again tonight and
try to get me arrested
again for doing absolutely
nothing
feet sore from going nowhere
mind sore from panoramas of
wrong—
this is how civilisations fall,
I look out the window
the moon is full
there’s stars everywhere
on one of those stars things
must be better;
maybe,
maybe not:
but enough to keep me going
for tonight anyway

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