Old Day Hide Space

     Ajay Sawant

 

Brisket grilled on

stake                   [ Kalimir] pepper

brinkered into

 

open air                 The thickness

frizzled, the hair

ripe, the skin

 

pliant in burnt stomach, nose coiffed

red a plump pimple in hide

I know I am reviled          so much

 

blank, destroyed and lemons

lavender field, nectarly clouds and blue

headache             This glory

 

is a beautiful terror, checkbox

sore collar and                         midnight

           rain in fever

Ajay Sawant is a student and writer studying English Literature (British and Commonwealth) and Journalism at the University of Delhi. He currently serves as Editorial Intern at Five South Literary Magazine. In the past, he has been a guest editor at Inlandia Institute's Literary Review. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in Detester Magazine, Literary Yard, Vayavya, A&U: America’s Art & Understanding Magazine, The Caribbean Writer, Hawai'i Pacific Review, Xavier Review, Paper Crane Journal and The Louisville Review & Fleur-de-Lis Press. Ajay often tweets at @ajaycycles