Crude Letters by Kushal Poddar
One 'I need a white shirt day'.
Wrinkles set dumpster-fire
in the yard of 'Yes sir'.
My colleague's ears itch; still he hears me
while sucking one dead insect from his latte.
He whispers something about an F-word mail
one should keep in an 'in case of emergency' folder.
I stare at the pavement below, a naked man
turns in his bed made from a decayed overcoat.
For these days we keep 'I support' badges,
and then there flow the other days when
we toss a coin that bumps against the homeless flesh.
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An author and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine - ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, 'A Place For Your Ghost Animals', 'Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems' and 'Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse- A Prequel'. His works have been translated in ten languages.
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