White-bellied moths
throw themselves
on the wall
I have the lamp on
You’re out like a light
as they say--
the father says
Meanwhile I keep the lamp burning
burning
Light like a wave
in my chest
pulse like touch
palms burning
radiate
desire
_
Three Things from Tuesday's to do/done list
1) Trip to Ikea with Nu this morning. Our plan was to blast our Indian (Hindi, Telugu, + Tamil) playlist and I would translate key parts of ...
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