“A Detail in the Fire Escape” by Linda Ashok


That man is a scribe
with a rim of intelligence
and spaceships
bookmark his cheeks

He loves banana flowers
loves rain and carpentry
two blocks of conversation
a sentence, and just a few words
his clean desk policy

sometimes he slits open
his body from his throat
to testicles and sets a paper boat
on a bad tide
Sits back and basks
in its rendezvous…

I know very little of him
Very little. I know him
as much I know a crow’s call
or a sperm, or you
who sit before
listening to this

entropy. That man
loves my sandal gap, had asked
for my nails by post

अल्प विस्तार फायर एसकेप में in Hindi by Saima Afreen
অগ্নিতারণ পথের অনুপুঙ্খ in Bengali by Aryanil Mukherjee
തീക്കോവണിയില്‍ കോറിയിട്ടത് in Malayalam by Ravi Shanker