coming home
			  took several days

			  took seventy hours

of being alone with weight and time
The cigarette apostrophes

	luggage left aside and eating

		to kill time
Coming home took several months

				    a lifetime ago
Coming home took a lifetime of being

		  alone with weight and time
The dizzy trip across time zones

climates		 she is asleep on the couch when

			I get home		
			There were 2 train stations

3 auto rickshaws 		a spiralling coffeehouse

3 airports			Ilaiyaraja in a juice-shack

the picture of the dargah in my backpack,

a Koran 	   the Adi Granth 	the Therigatha

and many jangly little earrings and perfumes

			destined to others’ hands
I was delirious and calling you

	all the time, pretending

	that our pinky fingers

	were still interlinked
Facing out the open door

		of a moving train

		facing a swamp

the sweaty in and out of sleep
It had already been tragic

it was time to walk and find

somewhere discreet to smoke

HEY this is Private Property!
Why are you smoking here? 

Walk with so much weight somewhere else

    the day involved a series of operations

coming home took a series of operations
		At each exit I cry like a baby:

The final day   The night before   The morning of

	Leaving the station   Arriving at the airport

On the first plane   At the airport   On the second plane
While getting off the bus

Finally walking back home

I cry and cry and cry and cry
	I had looked at you with the sincerest desire

	   to have everything understood overturned

	   I sought destruction, you offered a trishula
I wanted you under my skin

months later as I write this

you call me	    witchcraft

telepathy, being soul mates,

two Leos born a day apart

were all on the cards
				fuck you were beautiful