Thick sweet rain is falling like black milk tonight.
The dog is calling to the fourth
in a party of three.
In uphill darkness I talked my dreams
to sleep like children. I’m leaving in the morning.
I am increasingly unstable.
I do not want company at the centre
of the world.
I suffer therefore I don’t know
what I want.
Indian Literature Review | Art Allein is a young poet who hails from Kochi, India and now is studying for a Phd at the University of Oxford. Art’s poetry has previously appeared and is forthcoming in a number of national and international magazines including; The Irish Literary Review, The Amsterdam Quarterly, Wilderness House, The Oxonian Review, The Cadaverine, IS&T, Cake and Elbow Room.