a scar shaped like your voice, a temple
I love a poem that makes me work to read every line and stanza, and ‘Overgrown’ doesn’t disappoint in its perfect use of space and varied length. A poem that grows with every line, Kalra is relentless in the use of pacing and juxtaposition of soft and hard textures—a standout in particular being
clipped like all of the words / that were at the / edge of your tongue, swallowed. This poem doesn’t need to tell you that there’s a twisted beauty to be found in the grime of living. You simply feel it in your
thumping veins, / moonlight spun into your bones.
Rag Queen Periodical