Poetry · Issue 11: Borderline Realities

churning of milky oceans

when milk is green, it is no 
longer fit for drinking

tongues are made only for churning
white solids of milk, for separating

ocean salt from hurricane shelters
& leaving behind blandness

search for Vishnu to tell me
which is poison, which is

nectar, which is for eating
& which is for destruction

when an ocean is green, there
is much left to be done

oil to extract, lather on bodies
& skin desiccated by the harsh

grasp of saltwater crystals
drenched in heated milk

wonder why they used Mandhara 
if oil drills were at their disposal

Published in Issue 11 · December 2018

Borderline Realities

Speculative fiction, slipstream narratives, and personal essays exploring contested identities.

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