by Surosree Chaudhuri | Apr 1, 2025 | 2025 March, Poetry
while you listened to the noise expressing fears again the trees in my stomach stopped crying and while the cold air picked me up i caught a glimpse of how you see me but under dim lights i swore i looked good turned the record over just to hear the same sounds winter...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Apr 1, 2025 | 2025 March, Poetry
Let me write a poem about something that matters: sometimes I'll sleep on your couch. Your head on my lap. We aren't in love though; that would be too awkward, too much. You only just lost your head-on-lap virginity here on your on-campus apartment couch....
