by Sanjeev Sethi
Whelk in your eyes more expressive
than betrayal ever could be. I’m used
to grief. It’s my alter ego, my emollient.
I understand its guidelines, crisscross
between said and unsaid. But to steer
the sighs of one’s other heart? To regulate
its remorse? Love is okay, logjam begins
when one is in love.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: Off the Coast, Drunk Monkeys, The Beatnik Cowboy, Right Hand Pointing, The Blue Mountain Review, Squawk Back, The Five-Two, W.I.S.H. Press, Easy Street, Mad Swirl, Your One Phone Call, Scarlet Leaf Review, The Ofi Press Magazine, Expound Magazine, Postcolonial Text, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.