




big, busy leaf:
light bullets through,
too fast to process.
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?
Mecca. I know where I’m not wanted (i.e. where there’s a sign saying my presence is prohibited.) Incidentally, I would go to funky, cold Medina in a heartbeat. Fun fact: it’s not cold (having not been there, I can’t attest to its degree of funkiness.)

A fire flares
up Mosque Road.
Orange flames burn brightly
beyond the ovals lit by
feeble streetlamps.
Some fat 's hit the fire,
and the smoke 's
rising high.
The throngs have arrived --
hungry & huddled,
with tiny plates of
jiggly cubed meat.
The pious --
angry stomachs,
vibrating to sundown
&
Impious Instagrammers
(or, at least, substantially less pious,)
having their eighth tiny meal
of the day
(some spit into a bucket, Hollywood-style.)
All gathered to break bread --
except there is no bread
(save the occasional roomali roti)
So, instead, they bite basa or mutton
or chicken or camel or prawns --
all smoky
all devoured.
This machine can flow,
moving over, around,
& through.
Skin conforms to the contours
of musculature.
Muscle binds to bone,
muscle that thickens
and lengthens and ripples
and pulses.
Bones that flex and recoil.
But that machine can flow --
over, around, and through.
It can cause air to pop
and water to slosh
and earth to tremor.
It crawls through liquid,
slices through gases,
and slams the solids,
but can move over, around,
and through.
What is your favorite restaurant?
Airlines Hotel. Open air under a banyan tree: don’t get much more ambiance than that. And they make a mean dosa.

bunker on the beach
sends mixed messages about
trip tranquility.

flat bottomed clouds hang over the harbor like a foot, mid-stomp.