Four Poems by Pamílèrín Jacob

Disillusionment Sutra The smallest unit of hope is fantasy— I am wishing again for peace though the razor, some minutes ago, was pulled out of my right thigh, stained. I want to believe loneliness, gutted, will reveal the primacy of devotion, that the body, in the absence of hands holds itself. But look, all this […]

Four Poems by Pamílèrín Jacob

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