“So much of God is guesswork.” – DeeSoul Carson

naval  Bhanumati   daughter of song

wood apple tree     your backyard   hailstorm

thatched roof     cogon grass   radio static

janani janmabhumishcha swargadapi gariyasi

your palms   red alta dye   morning ritual

blood hands  Kamakhya temple   your family  bull sacrifice

Hajo Madhav temple  hen fight   playpen

freshwater turtles   pilgrimage   Monikut

gods playing hide n seek   still searching     there, here

in north georgia    the mountains swallow

menacing water    some rivers are not approachable

on your deathbed    light   Raag Durga

smoke    motsyosporxo    feast   the fisheye   the brain

the fish: wet, slick, glistening       its fin   country of bones

deha/body    your daughter’s    my mother’s

ravaging      she finally eats