44. hyderabad

I am exhausted.
Lime juice
sugar buzzes
sweet
in my throat,
hot glass pressed
against my forehead.

Jasmine itr drifts,
hanging thick
in the air
like a thunderstorm

like dreams.

Yatin stops singing along
with the radio
to ask me my favorite prayer

and I tell him, “Right now.”

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