by Anjana Basu

Published in Issue No. 14 ~ July, 1998

You take a car, any car
and hold the wheel
You take a road, any road
and shut down the sky
You pull a cloud or two down
and it rains
Pours in sheets of whiskey
visibility low
Then you think of death, any death,
of the end of a poem,
of the plunge of a road
and you go out singing
fifteen feet through the windscreen
and drown.

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Anjana Basu is an advertising professional living in Calcutta, India. Her poems and short stories have been appeared in Pilot-Search India, The Amethyst Review, Bathtub Gin, The Wolfhead and Kimera, to name a few.