I.

Once flashed a thought

in a lass so angry & fraught

I stood with her shadow till she

took a walk

of misery out of my face; out

with a wrist 

injury as a souvenir

II.

Once flashed a thought

in a lass so angry & fraught

I hoped insomnia ate up

her eyeballs

then water it down with gulps

from her tear

duct filled to the brim

III.

[ & the next time she worships at my 

temple, may she trample her own 

guardian angels // dip their faces in red ochre ] 

nana says her tongue carries

inscriptions from the

scribbles of the gods;

that there is an oeuvre I 

must seek between

her thighs