Postcard Poem by Sonia Mukherji in Shampoo Issue 31

I can not see you,
he said,
there’re moths in my
skin and your eyes
remind me too much,
they call — quiet.

Sundays you hum these sad
songs,
move through walls,
limbs, hair floating
wings beneath my chest-
flapping, flapping.

postcard photograph by Joyce Ravid