Love Displaced
If I only knew you were all right or even just okay or less than all right but alive I could survive in this – this place where there are shops clinics even makeshift toilets and tampons distributed by companies with corporate responsibility If only I could imagine we found each other down a de-mined stretch of parched road on a thirsty day I could swim endlessly in this river of pity and not drown in the monsoon shit If I saw you I would recognise you I’m sure, I’d know that skin those bones if only I knew you were alive somewhere then I could wait forever to be out of here: where kindness is injected in small doses and love is a warm cup of nestomalt offered by bewildered hands. But I don’t and my love for you is a bullet lodged deep in the belly and sometimes when I sleep I dream we are making love and…
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