by Sanjeev Sethi
“I beg of you to forgive me,” you howled
with hands folded like the heroine
of a two-hankie film.
“Don’t plead. I’m not God.” I hollered.
My inner voice:
“ your volume, the velocity
of word… in this relationship
at least you think you’re god.”
“Lying will get you nothing.”
“Sometimes, telling the truth too.”
I lisped and we laughed.
That was our truth.
Sanjeev Sethi has authored three books of poetry which includes This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015), widely published in several countries. He was recently in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Futures Trading, The Aerogram, Revolution John, Chronogram, Duane’s Poe Tree, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Ink Sweat and Tears, New English Review, The Galway Review, In Between Hangovers, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.