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Don’t ask who’s cooking tonight
at Harischandra and Manikarnika
holy confidential kitchens of Kashi
Shroud tears, skin sears
Juicy fat’s oblation
Did marrow fizz
Fire, laugh
In three hours and a half
this human log
collectable
in a dustpan
For the first time I think to
count your eyelashes
to pluck them
before they’re singed
Of each I’ll make a
boat unmoored
Where in the worlds
Are you
As if I poured a sky
of wax on you
Everywhere you are not
your exact absence
← Mani Rao
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