Tuesday poem #96 : Amish Trivedi : Rehab

A quick kiss and
finger pointed

every direction but
in and
           sealed off. Pockets

weighted, it seems and
another eye

to turn
away from the center.

Talk forward to say it's
happening again but not

in the way you know from
before.  We're here again

and the old man once
holding a spoon to her

lips has joined her at
the table.

              A place with a
reputation that's worse

than every other death
grip.

Amish Trivedi (www.amishtrivedi.com) is the author of the forthcoming Sound/Chest from Coven Books. His poems have most recently been in Entropy, Open Letters Monthly and NOÖ with more coming soon in The Laurel Review and Kenyon Review Online. His reviews have been published in Sink, Jacket2 and Pleiades. He is the editor of N/A (www.nalitjournal.com) and lives and teaches in Rhode Island.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan