Ishita Basu Mallik \ Monsoon 2015
* Tiretta breakfast in a different neighbourhood tourists the awkward do you eat the meat bun, do you match the writing on the wall with the copybook do you manifest in the group photo look for a temple contemplating the years clogging its openwork. always red lantern flowing from a gash of wind then an old man falls down he falls with the grace of those who fall often no longer surprised by the taste of earth haul him up so that he can admire the sight: child’s paint smeared on his nose and palms there’s no place for him at the table he’s so heavy and he can’t remember home his bones are so light and you can’t forget * |
Ishita lives in India. Some of her work has been in places like Asian Cha, decomP and the Northeast Review. You can look at her artwork here: ishitabasumallik.tumblr.com.
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