devadasi

third glass of wine

from sharilyn

long warm night
thunderclouds foaming at the edges of the city
i'm sitting in front of the air conditioner
and the journalist is telling me about his fantasy life
defeating the lords of the molten core

thunderstorms

from sharilyn
i used to love thunderstorms
when we lived together in that big skylit loft down by the river
the noise and the fire in the sky
really scared the cats and me
but the fact of your presence was comforting somehow
the warmth of you made it okay
even though the air was electric with excitement and danger
everytime the sky lit up

now i live alone on the ground floor
and you never even return my calls
and the roll of thunder over the city
only makes me sad

providence

from sharilyn

all unfamiliar cities are basically the same
we wander around
using maps and cellphones like divining rods
losing ourselves in their earthbound glamour
which begins to fade
the minute we know our way around