amit majmudar

The Exiles

The Exiles

It sprouts out of him all trunk and no branch.
He’s soil for this tree, his farmer’s tan
The shade of soil turned. No leaf, no fruit,
No shade: Blood at the pith and blood at root.

She lowers as a fog. He makes no fuss.
What once was ichor comes out sticky pus.
Follicles bud and itch—skin irritation
From the fig leaves, probably. Constellations

Amit Majmudar

Amit Majmudar is a diagnostic radiologist specializing in nuclear medicine. He lives in Columbus, Ohio, with his wife and twin sons. His first book, 0',0', is forthcoming from Northwestern University Press/TriQuarterly Books. His poetry appears widely.

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