1. Sunayana Bhargava




I am unable to rebuild myself in your eyes

as anything other than a deep fault line

or border or armistice smashed

against the walls of a family home.


Your buffer zone of bad blood and holy water

running silently through me

splitting each of my seams.


I shelter the wounds

in which I have learnt to grow flowers.

I hope I am not the place you will go

to pluck the ones to adorn your dead.