sometimes
the impossible
seems all the more
impossible
when it unfolds
right beside the
half-broken red bucket
in the veranda
the red
just got redder
the laugh
just got louder
i can see
every single banana cart
you'll meet
right here
on the palm
of your hand
don't think
i don't know
what i mean
it all goes back
to the southern hemisphere
it is being
kind of silly
but, back there,
i felt like leaving
my body
and shooting
up, up ,up
like an asteriod
shooting stars
are very
mushy and cliched
and asteroids can blow you
into smithereens
i'm very much
in love,
you know
and bangladesh
just got richer
in my head
i have
smells
stored in
folders
do you want
to see?
i know i belong
where
where mango ice cream
freshly lapped up
is absolutely
ambrosia
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