Tanya Muzumdar
Until You, I Never Knew the Names of Spices
Skinny dipper, I immerse you
in Quivermint, Hula Cumin, Ember of Melon,
let loose a flotilla of Bengali Leaf for the sea. I stroke
your forehead with Bindi Seed,
slick Illa of Vain on the part of your hair,
slip Bangle of Galangal up your bicep.
For you, Masala Roja, Drifting Incense, Foliata. I float
you Maroon Jupiter.
You shimmy-dip and I whisper-swim with
Nebula, Holi Husk, Nude Mood Dust, Bed Balm.
Tanya Muzumdar is a travel writer living in northern Michigan. She is also an MFA candidate in poetry at Pacific University. Her poems are published or forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Gigantic Sequins, Cherry Tree, DMQ Review, Nashville Review, Bayou Magazine, Crab Creek Review, Salamander, and elsewhere. Find her online at www.tanyamuzumdar.com.
Return to May 2015 Edition
Skinny dipper, I immerse you
in Quivermint, Hula Cumin, Ember of Melon,
let loose a flotilla of Bengali Leaf for the sea. I stroke
your forehead with Bindi Seed,
slick Illa of Vain on the part of your hair,
slip Bangle of Galangal up your bicep.
For you, Masala Roja, Drifting Incense, Foliata. I float
you Maroon Jupiter.
You shimmy-dip and I whisper-swim with
Nebula, Holi Husk, Nude Mood Dust, Bed Balm.
Tanya Muzumdar is a travel writer living in northern Michigan. She is also an MFA candidate in poetry at Pacific University. Her poems are published or forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Gigantic Sequins, Cherry Tree, DMQ Review, Nashville Review, Bayou Magazine, Crab Creek Review, Salamander, and elsewhere. Find her online at www.tanyamuzumdar.com.
Return to May 2015 Edition