We are quite done now
with valiant Salims,
breathtaking Anarkalis
pledging troth by a million wall-mirrors
however we do have
In coffee table green, color-corrected
on foreign art paper, heidelberg bound
Columns of sparse words in four languages
For a thousand five
On sale, of course
Tears and truth by the quintal.
~
Say someday
Just by chance, ok?
dissecting a theory of the mind
or a nerve waltz through the frontal lobe
a smile caught your eye a moment longer
you watched entranced
would you please tell me
would you let me know?
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