Painting: Morning Sun by Edward Hopper, 1952

A balmy July
eventide,
and you

clench my
cold
clamlike

palm
as cedar
shingles

harden,
like
festered

knuckles
of Saturday
old man José

At times, I
wish for
you, to

holler,

‘Black sesame rolls and pork intestine!’

pass by my
graying
windowpane,

dragging
aquamarine
carts, and

fatherly
smiles,
eaten by

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Painting: The Kiss by Gustav Klimt, 1907–1908

There are days you
smell of
sad white linen and

aftershave

and I let you brush off
cobwebs from
my back and

cigarette stubs
from my
navel

… and you
drown yourself, in
drunken whiffs of

long withered buttercup
breasts, and
smoldered

sea-salt smiles

There are days I
toss, mustard
seeds and…

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Ritoshree Chatterjee

Ritoshree Chatterjee

Ritoshree Chatterjee pursues her undergraduate degree in English literature and struggles to locate herself through writing amidst the chaos.