UMIT SINGH DHUGA
 

“Dhuga is arguably one of the best poets of his generation in English today, and certainly the one whose formal achievement seems the most effortless.”

Nicholas Birns

 
 
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SUNCHOKES

are not artichokes at all but tubers.
At the neurologist’s you squeeze my hand
Too hard for my liking. We won’t say tumour
At all; they’ve called it a growth. The rubber band

Retreats, acrobats in baby blue disband,
Sighing. I’m beside myself with fleeting thoughts
Of fleeing, you’re beside me with your garrotte
Of choked-back tears, handcuffing my hand.

‘Sunchokes’ and Other Poems”.
PN Review 219. Vol. 41.1. September/October 2014.