last week’s obituary
why now do you speak
of the man who threw himself
off the bridge near your town
hitching yourself to the cosmic tail of his rippling
deliverance into the river
like you might be a fisherman or
God, maybe
don’t you know that
if you wait too long you never fall
asleep feeling full
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Christy Leigh Agrawal is a native of New York and hails from the mid-Hudson Valley town Hyde Park. She is in her last year studying English (creative writing) at SUNY Geneseo and hopes (despite looming fears of post-graduate life) to pursue a career relating to poetry and civil rights law. She is passionate about the Islamic feminist movement and eliminating stigmas associated with mental illness and addiction.
Studying Genocide
the way a crack forms
is the same everywhere:
an absolute disrespect
for the body it interrupts—
invasion into hollow space
the voice falls out trailing
a weak smear: wet sound
help no one will know
where we lived, that we leaked,
that no crack is a crack, only
in two dimensions
remember: there’s no reason here
no glue for this and that’s
the only tired physics of fracture
left.
Christy Leigh Agrawal is a native of New York and hails from the mid-Hudson Valley town Hyde Park. She is in her last year studying English (creative writing) at SUNY Geneseo and hopes (despite looming fears of post-graduate life) to pursue a career relating to poetry and civil rights law. She is passionate about the Islamic feminist movement and eliminating stigmas associated with mental illness and addiction.
