shiny black insects scurrying around the dark moistness of my skull searching gnawing at your memories loosening the firm clasp of your thighs around my fingers though the pretty crinkles around your lips seem to be safe for now
where would i be without your body to feel the shape of my own
i hurriedly throw down some dead leaves to distract the insects and with broken tiles picked up from noronha’s backyard i build a bund around your memories hoping they’ll hold out one more monsoon.