5:00am
nothing could touch
her lub-dubs
more
she found it very fascinating
to sense how one breathes-
the rush of air
[in and out]
all the scents in the world couldn’t
replace that realization
God is great
God is great
she prayed while Frankie slept.
the green table
stood in front of her
it glared back at her.
6:00am
she wasn’t going to confront mortality
or melancholy today, she promised God
and phoned Ma
to inform and confirm her
[without measuring reality
or utterances-
reckless decisions were as sound as
cheap luggages;
scampering around like fasting crows
and hungry tigers]
“Ma, he is the one…
I like drowning with him, let me please.”
she half smiled.
7:00am
“see the eye of insecurity
hiding somewhere in the fruit-basket”, he told her jokingly
and she quenched
a beautiful
thirst
a moment
with his vagabond lips.
7:01am
a sky
melted
in desire's mouth
she was just happy
with the breath;
the scentof peppermint tea
and his hair.






you're too kind.


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