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SMALL BOOKS
GOING
BIG PLACES
IN CHILE THERE'S A SAYING – UNDER EVERY STONE THERE'S A POET
LANDING PRESS WANTS TO TURN OVER THE STONES AND FIND POETS EVERYWHERE
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Preeta Menon
Every six months
I text a new address
To my confused parents,
Who cannot comprehend
This constant shapeshifting
To fit alien spaces
Crowded with residual ghosts
Past and future;
Rooted as they are,
Like ancient banyan trees.
This poem is about the sense of instability we felt as tenants. We never fully unpacked and there was always this feeling of being in transit. Though it wasn’t every six months, we did have to move quite often. I found this very unsettling and longed for a place of my own.
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