happy father’s day, baba.I miss hanging out in your old shopon the corner of Mission and 23rd…
I worry that history is being forgotten. Museums are burning down. Statues are…
don’t say anythingyou could hear my heart hummingnotes tinted with love
You consume mewith yourtwisted words,spiraling thoughtsand unavoidable presence.
Wherever the destination, there is no set course Wherever the light guides you, hidden is the source…
Heartbeats synchronize,I butter my lips with yours-Melodies escape