the banter of the hotel keeper. the key for the storeroom
boy. rotten intestines. lumps of turquoise and coral. the inexplicable sweet
taste in my mouth from burning garbage?
acha puri carrying black-soil-covered squash from the
garden. children’s voices echoing across the valley. a thin string trails from
a rooster’s leg. the furry chicks in the garbage, in the gutter. the leper by
asura cave eating potato curry.
two girls jump rope with a chain. the robbers dig up the
sandalwood trees at night. the doughnut man sits there all day making doughnuts
in the dark—piling them on the ground. oozing bandages on the bridge.
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