Image: Shadows Echo Elsewhere, photograph and digital collage, Nithya Iyer
i seek his kiss on a cold wall/
light scallops as though live/
14 faces descend to brush my lip.
they all touch me and I feel nothing, palpably warm.
the internet stops working/
the line of my face does not reach the edges
i fill them in with biro instead./
shadows echo elsewhere.
(i stop saying sorry).