2012
our house in chennai, white-washed maze of bougainvillea amidst curtains of purple, red and yellow the family is sound asleep and i rise from myself float over to you, lower my face close to yours let my eyes turn black like a japanese manga, to scare you. i know i will pay for this. the house dissolves, and you and i and all whom we know are waiting now for the train to take us until i remember i have to return and pick up the bags for our journey on to mumbai but rumbling deep now, the buildings roll, the waves grow deeper we rush into the foyer terracotta floor, terracotta walls hollow arches against terracotta floor, your bougainvillea dress shines bright across the void the floor rolls onward to us you're static and stare so i grab you and pull as the floor rolls towards us in waves the arches cave in your eyes turn black i can’t pull you out this is how i pay while the world collapses