The camera lingers too long.
Beard dripping Sandalwood oil
Nightmares infected with smell.
Feet yellow-calloused from the long night of the soul.
Washing hair in Sunday’s moonlight. Parasites burrowed deep within my scalp.
Palpating my body for memories lost to slow time
Always to Mango trees
My genitals are nostalgic
The ritual of chicken blood.
Bathing in milk that I was denied.
New formations to overcome on my hands.
Banyan trees will always be here
My old house will always be there.
These eyes linger for meaning.
(c) A.R. Minhas
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