Art Anatomy

I never felt you until
you confessed by the car
that you wept at the strains
of a song.

that your fantasies grew
through the leaves of a novel
which you smuggled
with you into lectures.

that medical terms
were jargon which spliced
into Lawrence, Achebe,
and Roy.

how closely
anatomy
feeds into art

your theatre
is now where I lie.


(c) Charlene Rajendran 1999