22nd Nov
T described the color of his shirt as liver today.
heart/mind as a traffic police officer in Karachi: overwhelmed, (extremely) necessary
tmrw is baba’s bday. i want to get something. something can’t be sweet—he’s diabetic.
i don’t even have to go looking for poems + their tensions anywhere. all the time, it’s right where i am.
30th Nov
love as something in the stomach. heartbreak as stomachache.
poem as polemic.
5th Jan
i noticed it first lunch—then it finally hit me at dinner—i was becoming careless, irresponsible. letting grains of rice fall wherever without caring to pick them up.