Dusk hangs heavy
like swarms of mosquitoes
over juandiced street-lamps
Familial cicadas
at meal times
had died down
to leave the aftermath
chores for me
Night gnaws
at the door
They gather
their icy palms
over the blue charcoal flames
I peered
squinted
run water and my numb fingers
over stainless steel plates
to see it shine
devoid of stubborn seeds
of sun dried chillies
or an obstinate grain of rice
Pins and needles
my frozen limbs
will be woken up
when he
with his metal hooks
disguised
dangles promises
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