Leviathan

VIDYAN RAVINTHIRAN | 185 Leviathan Vidyan Ravinthiran poetry We would like to believe that, like the lovers in Donne, we rule a kingdom of two in our panic room. That as the body recovers after love the sun which burns through our blissed-out eyelids cannot dent us. But the script intrudes and domination enters; your phone is flashing with a work email; our jobs aren’t safe and we still rent. The struggle is to house-share with Leviathan—while amending the lines we’re given and that do arouse, that we’ve been sold and we’re sold on, with moments wholly ours to improvise… Hobbes, on anxiety: a perpetual solicitude of the time to come. The happiest moment must erode. ...