Pangolin – Smitha Sehgal
nocturnal, elusivearmour of scalesthis is how I grow upeach summer half an inch taller each monsoonpeeling shallotsplucking scram berriesburrowing into poetry he fingers my bellyhere here herethere is a baby in therehe says, before I get drunk stagnant red pool burstinto rag clotheswe washed and hung dryin sunless annexe on weekend zoo visits children jeer […]