1/10/14

Monica Mody

That I exist only as a speck on your bloodshot eyes but I am willing to sweat

Ancestors! When I see the least, I am closest to you.

That I have forgotten to praise you, but without this praise and this knowing I am nothing.

That sleep runs like sweat off my face & awake I am inviting you to come visit me. Come visit me & make my heart hospitable—make my heart soft & fierce, make it so alive that any animal that wanders in would know its home.

Monica Mody is the author of Kala Pani (1913 Press) and two chapbooks, Travel & Risk (Wheelchair Party) and Old Maid & Her Mama (The Chapbook). Her writing has recently appeared in &Now Awards 2: The Best Innovative Writing; The HarperCollins Book of English Poetry; The Volta; PIX photography quarterly; 1913 a journal of forms; and Four Quarters Magazine. She is currently working on a Ph.D. in East-West Psychology in San Francisco.

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