Category: /General/There was obsession, to wash your
hands again and again.
They swing wildly.
Betel leaves, and bad grammar.
A street breaks the steps.
Nails scratching the rosary.
The stranded words,
will not sit on the wide screen.
The damp soil becomes dark.
No gift was needed―
unmaking the wasp's nest.
I bend down to light the lamp.
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