Sarasvati Researching how much the Tube costs a month, deciding who I should say sorry to before I go, I pray to Sarasvati for Absolute Truth. She presses a conch shell to my lips, loosens the noose around my neck,... Continue Reading →
I Can Ask For No Answer Upon arrival and when leaving, I can ask for no answer, if I relax, who will pay for dish soap? I am trying to wake up. What is soft enough? If I could be... Continue Reading →
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