there is a large fence.
there is the possibility of death.
there is the assumption of time
saving social skills.
the assumption of the good scotch
being over soon.
there is a constant overpowering
between lack and abundance.
there is paint on the wall
that you are indifferent to.
there is a stoic sky
that never rains.
there is a request (to no one in particular)
to end it all.
there are picked-up pieces
from the movies, paintings
and faces that have a piece of the sky in them
with a certain drought.
there is a question. always the question,
that gets lost like people in your periphery.
there is muteness.
there is the hope inside that
something has survived.
Kanchi Sharma is an advertising professional and a poet who daydreams of being Gloria Steinem/Edward Snowden’s PA someday. In her free time, she makes erasure poetry out of news that causes her heartbreak. She tweets at @NonKanformist.