His ass may rise from the chair,
cherry steam, crass hair.
A chemistry system stirs rash, smart charm
– – – the same as art.
Ah Christ,
she may tire (tyre), yet stay
Sumitra writes in Naarm/Melbourne on the unceded lands of the Wurrundjeri people. She arrived there through many spaces, and likes to write about it all pretending it’s fiction. She works in mental health to pay the bills.