Monday, January 2, 2012

"there is no poem for me on gooeyjournalism"

so in this story

while you were away
winter suddenly became my favourite season

i remained at your door for several days
twisted doughnuts remained uneaten

so while you were away
i became a big, big girl
in this big, big city

eating little, little momos that
you will be horrified to know
had chicken pulp in them

even longing for you is full of sweetness

tyei pani

kahile kaahi ta

dhoka kholnus
phone uthaunus
malai bhetna office aunus.

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