Another fragment: a bit of a letter
this time, or a sonnet, a line
from an old newspaper clipping—
and yes, again, I’m sure this one was written
about us. All searing poems in fact
were written about us, all accidental revelations
from natural language processing models
were written about us, and a few celebrity interviews,
and some untranslatable Mycenaean fragments,
and what could be hyperbole
but is no longer hyperbole
when written about us.
And of course we all hate
the narcissism of love
unless we’re in it. Forgive me,
I’m an ancient king,
boastful of god’s favor.
Navya Dasari is a writer and attorney who lives in New York City. Her work has previously been published in The Offing and Liminality.