stitching thoughts
into this area
in an air conditioned
room where
little songs and jokes
float around the body
some thoughts that are
more serious
come and go
in and out like storms
sometimes it
rains all day
harsh life
harsh people—
it’s probably better
thinking of it like
this world is
full of good people
who are abundant and
extend themselves
to expand the
consciousness of an area
and with my
networking skills
I play a part
in establishing broadband
I ask those alive and dead
for their blessings
so I can find enough
steam to read
Dostoevsky, Rainer Maria Rilke,
Past Lives, Future Lives Revealed
Conscious Dreaming
books for school so I can do my homework
vocab. books (“There’s a Word For It”)
Watchmen and other graphic novels
Quickhand
etc.
this is your last day
on earth
each routine
expires
the drink sweats a
ring at the base
of the bottle so I dip
my finger and draw
invisible racing stripes
on Kalika’s forehead
I can tell she likes this
because it’s almost the
same sensation as
being groomed and
coddled by Rudra
our older kitty
with shark teeth
this is your last time
at the counter
buying orange juice
and your last time
at this traffic light
I will write you more when I see you next.
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