Sharanya Manivannan

Southern Cross

Because we cannot take these bodies into heaven, we must ground them here in the arable of afterglow. Tooth and hair, sweat and musk. Constellations to stardust – I remember you. I re-member you. Here, hold still, here is the …

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I let a man take me to the sea one night, when the moon was cut exactly in half. I held one piece in my hand and threw the other into the tide, watching it shiver underwater as though it …

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