 Anuja Ghimire is from Kathmandu, Nepal. She lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband and two little children and writes poetry. A Pushcart nominee, she has been published in several literary journals like Red River Review, Shot Glass Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Cyclamens and Swords. More poems can be found in her blog saffronandsymmetry.tumblr.com The Fissure There once lived two sisters Who loved each other a lot Prema was under Leela’s wings Leela was her world One stormy night, Leela asked Prema to lock the door “I did,” said Prema, without checking once more That's when something unseen had crept in That's how the wall had cracked Prema saw the fissure with the light of the dawn Right where Leela’s shadow began Every night, Prema fixed the wall It never seemed whole Leela saw through the paint, the fingerprints and all As if the storm brewed again to watch the shadow crawl Bohemian Inebriation Waxwings are crashing on the glass Headlong The fermented stench Is never a warning enough They pluck and pluck Pink stain spreads On the stuffed beaks and the fluffy cheeks Like Rorschach’s inkblot Even forests have open secrets Songbirds switch lanes sans signals They don’t sing when they’re high Sometimes, birds forget how to fly Waxwings are crashing on the trees Sideways Ethanol crosses the border The flattened heads Are never sobering enough They suck and suck Red stains spread Like shadows in the alley The berries in their beaks Are stuck
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