Tuesday, May 06, 2008

bilal is a paper cup on a hot
sidewalk with popcorn
that is crunchy. we sear

our bottoms gently and toss
some kernels to the ants, and
speak of the kind of things

that in their smallness and
infinite mystery are so much
more compelling

than the largeness of trees
or the people passing by.
bilal has faiz, i have myself

and we write little stories
on the air.

summer evenings at lums

Mina at 12:38 PM