at 4 a.m.
I woke up at 4 a.m. Beside a couch, the body of a man strikes a conversation with the body of a rocket stuck in his room. A piece of furniture moves inches away making space for him to stretch his legs. A lone bulb flickers to set the mood. But we do not need it now. Outside the window, neighbor’s building inclines to eavesdrop, collapsing on the sunlit street below. Bellows order the day to seize, ceasing their conversation like a firecracker burning out. He steals a cigarette from his rubbles, rubs it against their dead talks but we do not need any of this ever. Bio: Sana Tamreen Mohammed has co-authored Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia). A poet, an imagist and now a mother, her works have found homes in various journals, magazines and anthologies including Tupelo Press, The Peeking Cat Poetry and Dreich Magazine. She has edited The Prose and Poetry Anthology. She was a featured poet on a radio show in India. Her poems were displayed twice in Illinois. As a driftwood, she reads and selects submissions for EKL Review. Collaborative work: Between Here and There by Sana Tamreen Mohammed and art from Carl Scharwath 3 poems from Sana Tamreen Mohammed
Fevers of the Mind 