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dreaming of donne’s saints and becoming
them in a world that urinates money to
live is a torture standing on sticks
and licking clocks with no time
to hold each other’s’
faces planting cacti between our teeth to smile
and say yes
to doing ‹fill in the blank› which means
nothing
A recent graduate of Masters in Creative Writing from Durham University, Avleen is a postman who is learning to write poetry to deliver better letters to the world. She has been involved in giving writing and well-being workshops with various organisations in India and the UK and spends her time drawing leaves on every surface when not dancing around trees.