by Sahiti Gavarikar
Nowadays, I dream of warmth. Of fingertips against skin, arms around a waist, of a mouth against a neck.
I dream of entwined hands. Feet pressed together, of leaning against a shoulder, of hair sticking to cheeks.
Nowadays, I feel like a dream. Insubstantial. Like if you tried to place a hand on my heart, you’d fall right through.
It’s getting colder, and I can’t tell when I’ll wake.
I smell smoke but I can’t feel a thing. If I try hard enough, I can remember what it felt like, to carry more than
embers in my fists.
My name is Sahiti Gavarikar, I’m a final semester student pursing my Masters’ in Counseling Psychology. I’m a trainee counselor and a poet on the side. I have previously worked at magazines such as Monstering Mag, Winter Tangerine, and Andromedae Review. I have been writing for the last seven years, and have performed my work for audiences of 150+.
