A bear brings forth her young informous and unshapen.
I now wear the pelt of the conjured beast around my groin.
I think of new words for solace, one of which is knifed.
We take no form until licked into shape by the tongues of those who love us.
O Spirit
About the poet
Sumita Chakraborty
Sumita Chakraborty is a poet, essayist, and scholar. She is the author of Arrow (Alice James Books, 2020) and the in-progress academic monograph Grave Dangers, a study of poetics, ethics, and death in the Anthropocene.
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Night Questions
When does the moon turn full?When I tell it stories of love.
Basic Questions
What was the experience of death like for you?The fluids within my body failed to be held within my body, which, as far as I can tell, does not entirely differ from some experiences of life,
Marigolds
When I picture Robert, he is in the Public Garden,watching setting suns, like the ill-fated king, turn all to gold.
