Social media is the most expeditious mortician.
Within minutes eulogies are accumulated, family
pictures displayed, hooking my mind to your last
call. While perusing a new poem on dalliance of
the salacious kind, you dumped the portfolio to
inquire of my modus vivendi. Signs of singleton,
how you wished to bump into that bliss one time.


She keys the usual lines
can’t believe it,
he was a fine man
et cetera, et cetera.

Focus shifts to the widow.
Tomorrow is *Karva Chauth,
will see you
the day after.

*Karva Chauth, Indian custom.
Wife fasts
in prayer
for husband’s life.

Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). A Best of the Net 2017 nominee, his poems are in venues around the world: The Stray Branch, Ann Arbor Review, First Literary Review-East, Right Hand Pointing, Peacock Journal, Grey Sparrow Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, London Grip, Peeking Cat Anthology 2017, Eunoia Review, Communicators League, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.