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plump raindrops
fall around me
like tadpoles.
the ground is sodden
but steady
and i can sink
into greys like
a dull metal pot
cooking soup
on the stove.
tired eyes pulled open
sobered up
by the weeping sky.

noodles drip peanut sauce
between two wooden chopsticks
i am pinching my fingers
outside, men drive motorcycles
trailed by stinking gray smoke
through bustling fruit markets
beneath tropical foliage
golden sun shining

“will you move in with me?”

i felt so elated when the winds
blew from the east and
tickled me with endless possibilities 
of what lay beyond the horizon
that i couldn’t help but say yes

two cold hands
one of fear and
one of sorrow
grip my insides
a bowl of rice
is all i can stomach
along with the pills
i take to sleep
because my nerves
have forgotten
how to rest
as frigid air
leaks under

i envision the universe
as a fresh pink-nosed kitten
and us as a yarn ball
that she playfully bats
we careen through the air
hit the ground with a thud
sometimes her claws tear
we fixate where it bleeds
cursing her boldly

pale pink flower bud
unfurling in the misty dawn
fragile, beautiful, innocent miracle

cupped hands and soft caresses
but poised to savagely crumble
if the situation so calls for

instances of patronizing utterances