by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 21, 2023 | 2023 February, Poetry
i had a dream about you and strawberries. not real strawberries: the sour, pimpled berries that are never quite sold ripe i mean their fanciful cousins: the pink, poreless fruits who flood instagram aesthetic pages. because in dreams you can have anything you wish and...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 21, 2023 | 2023 January, Poetry
I want to Bernie me own corpse for one last stand when all the stakes are gone. I want to hoist my arms to my legs and my legs to my arms, rolling round tied and bound through eachother to my core. Set up, propped up, a puppet cut free and tangled hanged and whole....
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 16, 2023 | 2023 January, Poetry
There are years to go in this life of be- coming. Still much to bleed in offering. Pull sweater thread until the guts fall out —more so, whatever lie has been assumed. Whisky tastes better over ice, dashed ale, love lost heals after—hasn’t happened yet. Though now I...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 6, 2023 | 2023 January, Poetry
I name my hurricane ‘Vulture’ after myself in blatant defiance of the World Meteorological Organization’s aim to divide the dwindling spoils between the sheltering flies and me. I glimpse the mud hollow below. There’s equality in a tremulous storm. Mansions crumble,...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 6, 2023 | 2022 December, Poetry
I drove the hearse to my funeral today. What a ride, accompanied by an organ version of Handel’s Messiah on my cellphone. Took forever. The final ride, I mean. Gloomy faces in the side-view mirrors cast downward. Brows sullen like Monday morning, desolate. I was the...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Mar 6, 2023 | 2022 December, Poetry
Microbes eat our nicotine-stained fingers Until they regrow through ketosis and oily skin lactates The flickering sun boils a broth of broken lips To be replaced by monolayers, purifiers and silicone proteins. Victorious, we swim In bubbling seas of peptides Visiting...
