Strikethrough

under the fly-over: a policeman sits cross-legged on a thin bench balanced by two boys playing cards at the other end. sometimes, patience is just a game you play while you wait. and wait. then the black river starts. little ships of plastic aqua glasses float fast—all the captains had jumped the lifeboats—on its surface.Continue reading “Strikethrough”

there’s a hole in the sky and it keeps getting bigger

it’s like this: outside ak.sa.ra. drizzle pavement a family of seasonal scavengers lebaran aqua glasses a balita girl in a peasant dress a conduit for the electricity of the earth a brown plastic makeshift roof the cart the traffic a sick-looking grey tree the storm