By Sochuiwon Priscilla Khapai

[For my friends, for our passage through this forest dark]
The words could flow if we made it stay attuned to the rhythm of real life moving, but to what end? Time never tells only trickles to tickle the ache of longing drawn out steady to the calls of desire sometimes merry mostly dreary Still so much to say that passes unseen so much intimacy in potent silence — so much lightness and tenderness and innocence Lost to the meadows of youth slipping by eddying low finding refuge? maybe against life, which emerges untimely and weary of new dreams forming, yet no meaning foaming off of its failures; tiny, ephemeral, plenty liquid air and languid floating past the madness but only in my mind. What else did you expect? so go ahead and read it anyway T.S. Eliot and muse over his sky Ezra Pound and muse over his density Gertrude Stein and muse over her ambition Emily Dickinson and muse over her purity Baudelaire and muse over his freedom but also, Keats and Whitman and Shakespeare To fall in love again with life as with people. Then eat some fresh cookies with almond milk and speak of the poets and their lyric Lerner’s lyric that entails A negative lyric. Read with beloved friends and newfound solitudes They — that will grow steady with time and merge with your sorrows relations accrued as in Noguchi’s stones Or, what he saw in them. Begin again with mom and dad Begin again like yoko and john Begin again despite the pain Begin again with all these fuck ups Forgive them all. Finally, Leave it out to dry all these fresh wounds ⸺ and paint them over
Sochuiwon Priscilla Khapai has recently completed a Master’s in English at the Centre for English Studies (SL), Jawaharlal Nehru University. She also has a Bachelor’s degree in Physics (Hons) from Miranda House, University of Delhi. She is interested in modern & contemporary poetry and aesthetics, more generally, the relation between language and the visual arts: Ekphrasis. She is planning to pursue further studies in English Literature and hopefully teach someday.