ma when I miss you most I bury my head
in your old chunni or kurta or nightgown I smell your
smell and the dust
of the city of my childhood
city of your death
the dust of the house of ... [+]

the beetles are eating
the pine trees further
and further north
filling the bark with larvae
resin drips onto the ground
and moths drain
the birch trees dry
how hollow is the oak ... [+]