porno-tropics of pakistani dusk:
watch it respectably wrap
cratered roads in imperialist musk
cloak it all
watch the sun settle into battery acid
too soon.
realign the mercury under tongues
so it can pool into orientalism
trying to divorce suicide from patricide
trying to divorce genocide from ethnocide
getting lost on artery roads
and becoming genotyped journey instead.
evading contoured enigmas upon mango seeds
forever stuck in liminal space between tongues of dust and
shuttered mouths of partitioned homes.

trying to tiptoe around glass and brown sugar
but there are no exotic women star-crossed with henna
in the museum of forgotten promises.