Sampurna Chattarji: Nothing is stolen
Waiting is no stranger for traders dark & lovely.
In the zone of exception the slide carousel plays itself,
mythological time passes through Draco the flight path
of insatiable beauty. Pink bubble-gum faces of Showroom Girls
eye-candy for the deleted. Lacrosse. Onyx. Such beautiful words
such a terrible city where bends make privacy possible. No matter
how different you are “My name is…” is how you begin. He will fly
inwardly and produce new molecules. We will be identical except she’ll
be a boy and I’ll be a girl. Album in Latin meant blank. In this compendium
of secrets this genealogy of the contrived nothing is stolen not even the scorpion
in the whorl of his hair.