Suddenly I was in a forest
where scents of mimosa branches
mingled with the perfumes of Tamala trees.
"You are like a flowering creeper in the forest wilderness -
seeking Krishna in his many haunts.
_____ The god of love has increased his ordeal
and is tormenting you with fevered thoughts,"
I read.

A woman who wore the face of a friend
offered me a piece of ripe fruit.
Unsure which story I was in, I typed:
"say I already ate one today".

a .mov flickered in the forest
_____ revealing a man's retreating back
He was wearing a faded teeshirt on which the words

rocket
in pocket

were punctuated by the ponytail that hung down his back.

..................................................... home