Aishwarya Sahi

from The Antigone Sonnets I’m thinking again of pink walls in Calcuttafrom my cheap little apartment in Houstonthat I love. I love it. A necessary repetition.Against the pink walls and inside themand held by them—twice—one long winter,a man I used to love. I’ve been thinkingabout him. Walls holding him. Sort of likeafter the second stasimon …

from The Antigone Sonnets I asked for an ending and was given two.One in bed and the other at the door, turning.Antigone begins with a twofold blow and endswith a cross-hilted sword, half its length lodgedin a body, and a knife clean with blood at an altar.The consequence of refusing the dead a burialand sentencing …