A note.

Ashuta Bhattarai
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

Today looked down upon me
i lost a few things —
a strand of hair
humor
a little temper.
on my way home, the river was flooded
the man beside me smelled of a freshly printed book,
warm and sharp around the edges,
soaked wet; a stranger i’d never want to see again.

Today looked down upon me
and i looked down upon the river.
The water was tempting.