you found me in the bookstoreat a mall swarming with citizen guardspossible…
the wordswe needto buildanother worldare arriving.
you long for mountains
I like your bitethe arrow of your wordssound without stutter
outsiders tell mehow it must be easierto have someone elsemake these decisions for you
perhaps one dayyou will be an impotentdot dwindling in the distancerelegated to a historywhere your…
fingers claw the soft flesh of a mango picklemixing it with bronze masalathe familiar solace of childhood…
affix your secrets to a polehoist a flag in the sand
we suffocate
in the confines of social norms
so we can call ourselves civilized.