If I could have any color I found to rouge my cheekbones with, I’d streak the peachy rose of Calcutta’s twilight smog across my apples, In place of the exhaust and dust catching to the salty dewborne of an India afternoon sun.The clouds tinted here at sundownare more than a fat little cherub-pink;they glow with… Continue reading On smog
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On migration
There is something to be said for the initial impressions on the young: Maybe I am stuck in this mindset because of when I met you,when I knew you,when I loved and had you.My bones were still soft, allowing perfect harmony in the tug of you and the give, the bend of me.It is an… Continue reading On migration
And I would be the ostrich, Widened eyes to take everything in, Flightless and winged I am Functioning against evolution. Buckled knees to extend a lumped throat, It’s a stretch but I am reaching down: Piercing with sharpened lips a Beak to cut through the ground, Awkward legs tangling me up as I brace for… Continue reading
Garbanzo Bae 