fog

nepalese restaurant (magic)
or
a treatise on the existingness of matter

paintings of mountains i see in my dreams
jewels and treasures in the basement
aloo, tama and bodi
the names of my three future children
or maybe my three future fish
"imagine if you had a child named potato"

clouds on the ground
ice on my path
i can only write when i'm doing something else
melting
bursts of colour in the haze