HCE received a lot of high-quality submissions for The Brutal Issue – sadly, too many to fit inside the magazine! So we offered some of our shortlisted contributors the chance to be published on our website.

Keep an eye on our social media for more great writing like this, in the run up to the release of The Brutal Issue…

Therapy

Urvashi Bahuguna

Bir, India

I am standing in the center of what rattles

me, the way a dog in a storm never would.

I am circling a temple, multiplying myself

‘til there are enough of me to keep all

the prayer bells swinging at the same time.

Faster & faster ’til it only requires a handful,

‘til it only takes one of me. I am going so fast

I have become the rattling. I turn my head to

observe what I have willingly willed out of

my grasp: grass, gravestone, mountain dog,

‘til the rattling rests its vortex in my palm.

Lately, I have been running from you.

I am not sure why, I left you a long time ago.

Wait – you left me. I was the one who stayed

gone. I am afraid of flying anywhere wrinkling

the distance between us, where you can place

a wet snout to the ground and trace a path to

me. The worst part is I cannot smell you back,

I cannot see you coming. I think I am prepared,

that I hold the vortex in my hands. The rattling

begins again. I confuse my metaphors and

compare myself to a house sparrow perching

on the edge of a puddle a Himalayan mutt

has just vacated. I must then enter this puddle, mud

or no mud, dung-filled or otherwise. My socks will

get wet, my red shawl will shrivel. When I step cleanly

through the surface, I have no socks and no shawl.

The person I am running from is here. He is holding

my shawl in one hand and a house sparrow in the other.

I am afraid he will close that fist, snuff the life out.

URVASHI BAHUGUNA’S poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Nervous Breakdown, Jaggery, Read Wildness, Marsh Hawk Review, Vayavya, Cadaverine and elsewhere. She was recently shortlisted for the Beverly Prize. She has a poetry pamphlet forthcoming from Eyewear Books.

‘Therapy’ by Urvashi Bahuguna

HCE received a lot of high-quality submissions for The Brutal Issue – sadly, too many to fit inside the magazine! So we offered some of our shortlisted contributors the chance to be published on our website.

Keep an eye on our social media for more great writing like this, in the run up to the release of The Brutal Issue…

Therapy

Urvashi Bahuguna

Bir, India

I am standing in the center of what rattles

me, the way a dog in a storm never would.

I am circling a temple, multiplying myself

‘til there are enough of me to keep all

the prayer bells swinging at the same time.

Faster & faster ’til it only requires a handful,

‘til it only takes one of me. I am going so fast

I have become the rattling. I turn my head to

observe what I have willingly willed out of

my grasp: grass, gravestone, mountain dog,

‘til the rattling rests its vortex in my palm.

Lately, I have been running from you.

I am not sure why, I left you a long time ago.

Wait – you left me. I was the one who stayed

gone. I am afraid of flying anywhere wrinkling

the distance between us, where you can place

a wet snout to the ground and trace a path to

me. The worst part is I cannot smell you back,

I cannot see you coming. I think I am prepared,

that I hold the vortex in my hands. The rattling

begins again. I confuse my metaphors and

compare myself to a house sparrow perching

on the edge of a puddle a Himalayan mutt

has just vacated. I must then enter this puddle, mud

or no mud, dung-filled or otherwise. My socks will

get wet, my red shawl will shrivel. When I step cleanly

through the surface, I have no socks and no shawl.

The person I am running from is here. He is holding

my shawl in one hand and a house sparrow in the other.

I am afraid he will close that fist, snuff the life out.

URVASHI BAHUGUNA’S poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Nervous Breakdown, Jaggery, Read Wildness, Marsh Hawk Review, Vayavya, Cadaverine and elsewhere. She was recently shortlisted for the Beverly Prize. She has a poetry pamphlet forthcoming from Eyewear Books.

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