Little Black Dot

maybe i'm just losing tuna
maybe i'm just losing screws
but a long series of events lead me
to believe i have significant past-life connections with india.
for instance:
hiram? and the matching camel?
for instance:
my first boyfriend, who left his heart in
new delhi?
for instance:
the silk flats?
yoga
(as discipline)?
the folios i accessioned into the maltwood collection
last summer
full of krishna prints
which i pore over
still?
these honors seminars i'm registered in
as a result of those folios
on mughal art and architecture?
or that little wooden box from vv in may
with that man painted all over it, wearing the funny hat,
who, after some research, i discovered is actually
akbar the great?
for instance:
everything in my home is draped in
paisley (windows doors
television
throat)?

did you know that the peacock is india's national bird?

i don't know. it all just seems a little too
not-coincedence to me.
i mean after all, i did ask john threlfall in a dream once to help me
pierce the veil and it makes sense, you know, because
these things do not come first as thought.

(a key)

they come as manifestation.