THREAD OF PEARLS
I dreamed of Anjana,
cooing to the Monkey God,
cradling little Hanuman,
who was hungry for the world.
She fed him a mango,
with the face of a demon.
Anxious he was
to devour all sin.
He flew out
from the Ram
ay
ana,
to hand me some pearls,
a dancing monkey avatar
to conquer all my fears.
I tore the thread
that held the pearls,
that looked to be
his teeth.
They spilled
and rolled like storm clouds
over my trembling knees.
It seemed a jinx
to let them sink
into a crevice,
and find a passage
meant for imps,
when all I want is eternity
to place in a golden ring.
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