With every new version of you
I shed a bit of me
New skin smoothing over old scars.
I met you at hidden, hipster cafés,
homely, artsy, vegan; cold fingers
curling around earthen pots of spiced chai.
I met you in office buildings
lit by cheap, fluorescent bulbs
that sucked the colour out of your cheeks.
I met you at indoor markets
busy alleyways of gently gagging
with the stench of raw fish and camembert.
I met you in cavernous cathedrals;
the air heavy with history and incense
gently shushing our lazy banter.
I met you in harsh daylight
craving to be devoured by your gaze
to be seen, really seen.
I met you in the dark
bare, exposed, vulnerable,
while you raised welts on my soul.
I probed each new you with a dinner-fork,
gently peeled the shells away,
and there you were,
another shadow cast by my candle-lit imagination.
Sreemoyee Roy Chowdhury is currently writing a PhD in English
Literature at Durham University, UK, and holds the post of
co-editor of the journal, Postgraduate English, a peer-reviewed
academic journal. Sreemoyee has completed a Bachelor’s in
English Literature from St. Xavier's College, Calcutta, India
and my Master’s Degree from Jadavpur University, India.