soma

"does it still sting?"

yes. A little.

"I'm so sorry. But.. "

..but it's just a little bitter taste in the back of my throat.
wait.
that's good isn't it?

what are you talking about??

penultimate betrayal

the hole in ones pants is to swim in circles around my room. in rainbows and clouds; a life unlived, and then forgotten. you are always here, while I wallow in vomit (yes, laugh) powder my nose forget all the names I built my life around/ your letters are strewn around my room. I shall do the unthinkable: banish each relic to a ziplock bag. desperate evidence, a crime scene. the nauseating bare emptiness of the bottom of a drawer. all to watch my life fit into one, two, three. "But that's what drawers are for aren't they? To hide things you never intended to use."

मन्ना

tell me how exactly
one is meant go about ones life
with forever coupled with ones face
the weight
Of an inalienable

Family Resemblance

My Siberian Fantasy

..is warm and full.

आगो, मासू , अरू अलिगति रक्सी

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