the heat

03 Dec, 2025

i am so far from the fresh spice markets 
i could taste across streets
in jeddah, beirut, and the heat, 
the heat,
and the man there
my logician patrician
for this bad student
only a few years older
who gave me the lemmas
the decision procedures
the long-standing symbols
the language games
transitive:
our easy awkward student teacher 
to kindred closeness
both far cast shores
catching hamour
who prepared me a potato salad, once,
with chillis by handfuls  
so measured unmeasured
uncountable 
and i could not finish it, then,
and i miss him, now,
i could

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