i swallowed the wind, i thought i could breathe again.

helpless child.

we're the trans;

incentive,


incentive.  
~
and to the consolidate, we pray,
and to do that, we bid - 

farewell.   _

_
 rukmini,
and the planets - saturn,
pluto, and neptune;


and to all that we adhere, i now submit;
this is my suicide note;


*

through your window sills;


your window sills, i watch you move,
a step three; four, and paces one,


pause.


for one of these mornings, you're widowed and naked;
you're brown like coffee - a filter paper; 

and a funnel;
your bra, unclasped, 
clung onto, and hung amidst, a cusp;
- you're boiling water,
helping yourself to not tip over;

(i kissed your dry lips. they were salty; chapped. they chipped mine too, i would've bled a little. i didn't mind.)


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*

your scent of petrichor;


i watched you, lay;
ridden, your bare breasts -
plumped out, spotted and drenched;
you gathered soil,
moved your arms and legs, and you let the rain soothe;
you close your eyes.

you lay flat and wet,
and our little pigs, birds, and pigeons, bathed;
and blades of grass, and little tulips;

pebbles underneath, burried; i watched you twist our tomato vines,
- and chillies, and pears;
twirl them around your fingers;
break stems,

chew leaves.

basil.

*__



vegetation grows, and creeps along and through,
our window porches, fogged panes and wood slightly chipped;
walnut and aged.

that green,
green substance.

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