Sevenling (I like gymnasts…) / aditi machado

I like gymnasts, how they bend like pencil lines
or leaves blown about nice and smooth. How green
everything is: herbs are growing on the wind,
it’s that rich. The light is geometric when it falls
on her face. She recoils as a fanged-thing.
Her hair, pallid. Her skin, bright as tulips.
All has exchanged from gym to garden.

’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in various Indian and international journals. She lives in Bangalore, India and blogs at Blotting paper.