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slice of recollection.

she served sliced
apples; mangoes and  God how many times have I seen her like this
                I thought, gulped down the juices of recollection. seriously
                she looked composed and happy as she served food after fruits.


I washed dishes too
after I left her house
this ruddy city
scraped my skin
and I swear I have dust-marks in places.


I washed clothes; I washed my face and hands
and I thought God how many times do I have to do this?

I remember her on rainydays
when she used to wipe, mop, swipe off stain from the floor
and he howled the sandwiched howls
noise-amid-tv-shows.

restless now I wait:
here in a bus-stop, dirt-sewage-diseased street
unrolled like an old film-reel

I remember her swissrolls- which we used to tongue-open
to lick off the jam. it was fun. it’s no fun holding on to the pole
and grinding asses with menandwomen. it feels ugly
specially when thrust is intentional.



sometimes, in so much quietness
of night
I remember her sad face.



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  • vertigo beat
    December 18, 2008
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    your poetry makes me want to go to bangladesh. even when it's said.

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    November 23, 2008
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    this is incredible.

  • NomDePlume silver member
    November 13, 2008

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    Bravo

    There is little that I can say to suggest anything to improve this. It is a marvelous write, seasoned and full of the soul, be it on a platter or not. It captures me, draws me in and fills the quiet night air with an essence of familiar sadness.


  • nancy drew
    November 13, 2008
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    eek. you're too talented!

    ilovethis.

    helen~


  • Grunts Girl gold member
    November 13, 2008

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    ohhh 'thrust is intentional'
    yuk
    that section went from fondness to definately ugly- and you did it magnificently


  • Nicolette gold member
    November 13, 2008

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    loved the way the title connects with the images in the poem - very cleverly applied! such a gentle nostalgia here but so beautifully written.

    ~ Nicolette


  • sunoir
    November 12, 2008
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    A soul left on a platter for everyone to feast on. Sad but I fed on the words.


  • Rembrandt Clarke
    November 12, 2008
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    stunning avengence

  • Rowan gold member
    November 12, 2008

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    It's funny how going to visit someone can stir up our emotions-good and sad. I loved the picture you've painted here, a mixed platter of food for thought.


  • sailor ptolema
    November 12, 2008
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    lol! greatbad spanish !


    bunnies in anticipation!

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