may 26th

a poem about tasnim



im a junky for your chunks of meat in bangladeshi gravy
without your amchoor aloo im jonesing and im craving
the tang of tamarind must be laced with something addictive
youre my pusher of peshwari - dealer of the curried fishes
blood more spicy than an iv and when the meal is over
my pulse joins in that tune you play with far too much vocoder