Changed my mind. Time to shut down nomadclature. EL FIN.
Necessary to forget certain haunts that I can’t rid myself of, completely.
Let the cleanse begin!
Much love to LL and the few dear friends that have been loyal readers (even through all the haphazard posts) and have always reminded of the good & pure. I’m forever yours.
Last month, we paid ten rupees for a rickshaw
to the fortuneteller. We passed the market,
the school where S spent her childhood learning
sentences in Telegu. I was leaving
in the morning, and we longed to feel future
in our bones. Explore new things, Leo. Make way,
Scorpio, for good to come into your life.
Tonight in Hyderabad, men and women flock
to the fruit market, feet weaving among booths
of mangoes, baby bananas, pears. A girl
drops chapatti into hot oil. Beside
an alley dumpster, a man duct tapes a bomb
to his handlebars and inhales—as hopeful
somehow, as we’d been, preparing to make way.