Sunday, May 23, 2010
The monsoon winds have begun. The leaves are mostly diagonal. The mornings are rain cool.
It's not an image but a smell: a cake of neem soap just opened and translucent, the drops of oil surfacing, then sitting in wait for second use. Neem flowers frozen then dried; fried an acrid brown and diluted with rice. A memory of heat without the experience of it. Bitterness transmuted on the tongue.
Posted by Space Bar at 4:29 PM