I thought my body was shaking but its just the building im sleeping in

 

(sunny salt sprout fritters damp dripped in dressing

hon . banana

bhurmese sweet, oh yes we were talking about sex

 

slip texts

count crocheted cement

 

the lake looks foreign black

butterfly crows                                 hello you are beautiful … are u scared

 

coral san (

fringe

script

 

finger food on indian palms, take pictures of me as I sweat

he parts my wrist to let me know he is finished                  (blessing

 

laughing is this your friend          

 

leaf palm food

they give me rice peanut raisin seran I give to the woman with the child lap covered with a towel begging for money on the street}

 

so far my favorite is when the hotel manager asks if my craze visa is in fact a picture of my friend

 

palms of feet now bracelets

he said he would call the police

 

crow wonders what would happen if he choked too hard, but never says anything

spider marathons under the glass

 

the orphanage freezes mound caw ensembles who

lose his parents in a tsunami and live in the basement of the monastery

asking me to buy him books

 

my back sweat                  is a sunday babe