Traditional
Dr Prasenjit Maiti
I like my women long - eyes and bodies,
and I like my days short like
dolls that pillow against your bust, and
I like my days cut short by
a sudden, bloody euphoria, I like
my days dead, haughty and hungry,
somehow the swollen, frozen heads
of reclining sculpture like so many
hollow women, cut and dried
like virgin forests, like
the disturbing rustle of fall,
like wasted memories
