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Tara Menon
Contemplating the Crescent
Tara Menon
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The crescent moon is a fuzzy fruit like the furry peach on my quartz counter.
If I say a mantra for Hanuman, it will be within my grasp.
It will taste like ambrosia. The memory forever tingling on my tongue and mouth.
The earth will be dark for an eternity. The studded sky will miss the smile that lit up our species and soon we will wither and die.
One person’s rapaciousness extinguishing life. Better the peach within my reach.
Tara Menon is an Indian-American writer based in Lexington, Massachusetts. Her latest fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in The Hong Kong Review, Litro, The Bookends Review, Rio Grande Review, and The Evening Street Review. Her most recent poems have been published or are forthcoming in Arlington Literary Journal, Global South, San Pedro River Review, The Loch Raven Review, and The Tiger Moth Review. She is also a book reviewer and essayist whose pieces have appeared in many journals.
