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Jayinee Basu

02 Mar Jayinee Basu

HOW TO MAKE A SAUNA

 

Chop down a tree with pale white wood.
Put a lot of sweat into this action, it will become important later.
Strip it into long creamy slats.
Inhale the woody scent deep into your lungs, it will become important later.
If there is no scent, apply a fragrant oil.
Construct a box from the slats no bigger than an ego.
Fit a graphite crucible.
Obtain a piece of gold perfect in its softness.
Mold the gold gently into the shape of a tree and a lake.
Drop it into the crucible.
Heat the gold with your fury.
Fury until the gold sweats.
Fury until the gold melts.
Fury until the gold sublimates into a thick cloud.
Hold hands with a lover and sit in the box.
Bathe in the gold mist.
Fury at the temperature of the interior of stars.
Fury at the rate of 1 billion million degrees per second.
Fury until the gold becomes a hard lattice.
Fury some more, it will become important later.
Emerge coated in a gold shell of your own hatred.
Burn everything in sight.

 


This poem is taken from Asuras, Jayinee Basu’s latest collection of poetry, which is out today via Civil Coping Mechanism.

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