(how I justify the cigarette)
A rite of decadence, like weeping (according to Maggie Nelson),
twisting and thickening*
*like a cooling substance
- light:
(focus on May afternoon, cyclical light / once again every year like yellow corn syrup)
of morning on water and hazel, coffee
duck skin
tandem bike
(vs) blackness of my hair
that sets too early that far north
after watching The Clock in the middle of the night (as I turn twenty-five)
, and sleeping through it
Hashmita Alimchandani / 1992