Jyothsnaphanija

FICTION

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Fictitious this medical evening.
This cross eyed custard cup.
This table cloth absorbed the table paint.
This rhythmic flow of the type writer
In fact, it’s virus that makes it slow down.

Fictitious you wearing a green shawl.
Your eyes, fugitive.
You inspecting aroma of vase.
My blank page face.

You reserve better words for fiction.
More space, and a working plot.
You quote from those melting conversations
From a novel that promotes love, beauty.
You recite some old poems of deserted wives
Infidelity, curious secrets.
Youthful dark shades, fanciful phrases you bring in.
The audacity of nature
I wish to cage in an old freezer.
For I hate singing.

Jyothsnaphanija is a PhD research scholar in English literature at EFL University, Hyderabad, India. Her poetry has appeared in IthacaLit, Melusine, The Nervous Breakdown, Muddy River Poetry Review, Coldnoon, The Thumbprint Magazine and others. Her short stories have appeared in eFiction India, Thickjam, research articles in Subalternspeak, eDhvani, Wizcraft, Barnolipi and in several books. She blogs at phanija.wordpress.com.