The obvious anonymity allows one to wander, unhindered by conversations about homes, jobs and places to go
Nowhere to be but here
Markets of fruits, meats with flies and disposable clothes
Hospitals, shops of pots and pans and endless choices for scooter repairs, stationary by train station Sidewalk stands of noodles, meat on sticks which unify the world, tuk-tuks, rickshaw bikes who don’t want to go far, bank machines and carbon sheet receipts, taxis never seem to know any one of my three destinations: inn, hospital, clinic
Repeat
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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018