Crapulence to carceral settings. Mercaptans
of a certain kind torpefy me: is it the stench
or my power to smell? Stot is for some. Fossettes
remain in the offing. Far and away I have another
dirl. When I’m in it to glom I don’t like myself.
I’m good as a giver. I know not, how it happened
which cistron did what: but I am me.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: 3:AM Magazine, The Curly Mind, Novelmasters, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Morphrog 14, Your One Phone Call, Indefinite Space, Serving House Journal, Experiential-Experimental-Literature, The Penwood Review, Right Hand Pointing, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.