Three Poems – Devanshi Khetarpal

 
ganga-river




one day

the fire will light open the Ganges
& the breasts of rain will wash our
names as ashes touching the back 
of the sun






Bismillah

night & back your name 
swells    in the plume of 
my mouth   i smoke the 
ripples of your  shadow 
as it flutters      a body
between the bones   of 
this noise    keeping 
the sun  from repeating 
while there’s snow






Once 

the light veined you   like 
a noise caught in the dark
moment to moment skin
brushing   into strokes of 
snow    its rustle thinned 
to welling sound       the 
body like an echo    once  
plunging      light melting
its feet   with a slow fever   
your toe     on the ground  
like a fish biting the water  



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About Devanshi Khetarpal

Devanshi Khetarpal is the girl who reads chapbooks in shady cafes. She is the author of "Welcome to Hilltop High" (Indra, 2012) and a poetry collection, "Co:ma,to'se" (Partridge, 2014). She serves as the Editor-in-Chief of Inklette Magazine and a Poetry Editor for Phosphene Literary Journal and Moledro Magazine. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Souvenir, The Corner Club Press, The Cadaverine, Dirty Chai and Alexandria Quarterly among others. An attendee of the Iowa Young Writers' Studio at the University of Iowa, Khetarpal's work has been recognized by Hollins University and Columbia College Chicago. She currently lives in Bhopal, India. View all posts by Devanshi Khetarpal

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