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only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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My Last Night

I charred their bones that night when I let the snow fall up my nose. Convincing myself that falling stars were meant to breathe in like the Indian breeze is meant for scorched skin. My sin was begging for snow. … Continue reading

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The High Class

Pills fall in line on the palm of their hands. Capsules in round vogue the latest trends. Back in the vault, cheap transparent plastic from Christmas circa 2000, trap coated yellow models batting labels for release. Tension builds like the … Continue reading

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idle tourist rule

running on sand from saffron dreams, an apocalyptic end to all means, a cinderblock cloud of warning– of screams! of screens woven in palm trees. bronzed for the age of the less and the less and the guess question-less. quest … Continue reading

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To the Right

These palm trees don’t sway right in the wind that doesn’t sting like Chicago. I can’t remember if thats where I began. My spirit came alive where                                     the air                                           was salty                       … Continue reading

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Thinks I Thought

I ask the paper to lie and pry in the corners of my mind so I could know where my thoughts went that night and all the nights that followed with all the drugs that flowed. It all came to … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … Continue reading

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Solicit in Sanskrit

Life is not atman. Life is not seen. Brahman,       please define my life       by something other                  than me. Kama takes over. Jiva take cover. What tattva? This maya,       no satya—       samyama!       KAIVALYA! I have no … Continue reading

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Bitterness

It has nothing to do with him but it has everything to do with him: She left on a sour note. So sour, it was hard to swallow. She couldn’t bare the after-taste. She couldn’t even say goodbye. At least … Continue reading

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Loves Sweet Drug

— This is one of my favourite songs I would sing to the stars in India, sort of my own lullaby, sort of my heart lying like a dead washed up sea alien… but whats the difference?– I don’t even … Continue reading

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