india

an incomplete glimpse continued.

i forgot how one of my favorite things was being a passenger in an indian taxi
on the breath of chaos that-for once- isn't mine.

and when i sit on the train to chandigarh
lookin' out the window
the sides of the tracks are saturated
with a colorful confetti of garbage
cows, pigs,
and people chatting over their morning shits.
i can see how thick the air is with
smells, pollution, and
heat that at 6:30am hits you like
-well i don't know-
i want to say 'a ton of bricks'
but that just seems hackneyed at this point-
but its true.
its different-humid.
so unlike the fire-prone-desert-meets-mountain-land
that i come from.
here, you might not remember that the sky is blue,
but you hope it is.