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BOTTLENECK by Leela Srinivasan

in this auction of the body

where birds give way to flower

the sinews of a language we’ve forgotten

only to stare the old world in its face once more

when we were young we thought

we’d see ourselves in our children we believed

that deep down stardust is pitch dark too we pulled

out strands from histories we built we laughed

that everything we loved was a cage

somewhere beneath a second sun

a woman spills out into the dirt

looking for a place her blood can call home

Leela Srinivasan is an MFA student at the Michener Center for Writers at the University of Texas at Austin. Originally from the Jersey Shore, she holds a BA in Psychology and MA in Communication from Stanford University, where she wrote and published a collection of psychological poetry as her undergraduate honors thesis. She currently lives in Austin, Texas.

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