Garden: A Poem by Aswin Vijayan
I live here. When you come to visit,
you bring the garden with you
and the snake is an albino — orange
slithering over your untouched skin.
We sit sipping cider and talking
about sex toys. What we are denied
we crave. I see the brown eye-slits
peaking from between the wefts
of your peach soft woollen sweats.
The body of a happy hippo on the table
between us, and its head in my mouth.
About The Poet
Aswin is a poet from Kerala, India. He has an MA in Poetry from the Seamus Heaney Centre, Queen’s University Belfast. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Bombay Literary Magazine, Verse of Silence, The Tangerine, and Coldnoon among others. He is also the Managing Editor at The Quarantine Train.
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