“As ordinary as it appears,
there are times when it is beyond my imagination” - Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies

My name:        a mnemonic device. Pulled from the roots of a banyan tree. I am both epiphytic
and a genderless bog. A woman at a kitchen sink. Washes her hands in an attempt to make
decisions. Her life: a series of meals and overtime. Wanting a spine but receiving a prayer.
Noctambulant bodies slink into pools. Wash peachy flesh until ripe with wonder.             
Splitting violence to cross a border. Limbs become revolutions.
Mechanisms for worship and rewards. Taking turns sorting attachments. Carving monuments out
of buttered toast.

Weekend rituals,
promises held
in wax.