something in me smells the way i feel
something in me knows the things i don’t
everything in me jumps and spits toothpaste
on the broken mirror of life
small things in me reach out small hands
for larger longings
and medium-size wantings
and tiny cravings
turtles crawl like broken lepers
through my vacant nostrils
singing songs in hindi,
songs containing life,
sweetness,
longing,
butter,
chai
and dessert.
when is the main course arriving?