We were in hock to inventories beyond us.
Your eyeballs keyed a bunch of ballads
when they darted on strips of my shame-
lessness. I disrobed before our togs brushed
on the clothesline of tidal bores. Your palms
were my poultice. Words are copacetic, but
when it jabs the throb outdistances any turn
of phrase. Analgesia is in endogenicity.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection isThis Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: The Broadkill Review, After the Pause, Unlikely Stories Mark V, All Roads Will Take You Home, The Piker Press, Stickman Review, Ann Arbor Review, Neologism Poetry Journal, London Grip, Morphrog 16, Communion Arts Journal, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.