Tallying zeroes

Tallying zeroes

Seven poems
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Reading Lolita in Kashmir

A boy, I often raided
my grandpa's study.

An art dealer,
he collected books

with gilded edges,
Aristotle to Zola

all stuck together
in the humidity.

But I found Lolita
and carried it out

to his '69 Chevy,
scanning the pages

for 'dirty' bits.
Should have looked

harder, I guess.
I drove Lo out for a spin

teen-tunes swirling
in my head,

'I wanna hold your hand.'
We idled over a valley ringed

by sharp mountains, white
turbans on their peaks.

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