Tuesday, May 06, 2008
bilal is a paper cup on a hotsidewalk 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
