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POETRY By SUMITA CHAKRABORTY Next to the black upright piano was a window, which looked out at the blue pansies, which were also sometimes purple, or yellow, like the word contusion. KUNDIMAN 20TH ANNIVERSARY POETRY PORTFOLIO By SUMITA CHAKRABORTY and after a brief, velvet / pause, the forest / screams back.“Most of the Children Who Lived in This House Are Dead. As a Child I Lived Here. Therefore I Am Dead" and Three Poems
The B-Sides of the Golden Record, Track Seven: “Love Poem with Prosopopoeia”