Find me in the Museum
One poem by Anindita Xavier
Anindita Xavier
Published on September 30, 2026
Find me in the Museum
Don’t just look at me -
Find me.
Walk into that dark alley
And no
You won’t die from claustrophobia
Trust me
I’m just behind those velvet ropes and dim lights.
I know
Me. A crumbling piece of art dying again
Sinking slowly inside
My body, when alive was spread eagle for life
Hugs. Whispers. Gifts. Problems.
I was there always
Wanting to solve them.
For you. And her. And him.
For them and it.
I sucked the world into me
An amoebic reaction I knew was love
For I knew I won’t die then,
A spit mark on all the lives forever
I’ll be there
The woman who asked for some
Every time
As she hollowed out in return.
Anindita Xavier
About the Author
Anindita Xavier
India
"She is a second-year PhD scholar at Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi, specializing in South Asian Writing and Architectural Aesthetics. Her research primarily is focused on how airport spaces function as the new Panopticon, housing several 20th century Dystopian warnings. Her poem “Living-Leaving” was published in Rogue Agent (Issue 123, June 2025) and her essay on State-sponsored violence was published in The Polyphony, blog managed by Durham University. She’s also working on my first literary novel, simultaneously. When she’s not writing, she enjoys watching local plays or catching a movie at the cinema. "