can you imagine
lahore weighted gray with rain
angry hands ripping leaves from branches
and branches from trees
the outdoor bathroom is submerged
and a man whistles an indian song in the street
to help me pee
i climb spiral stairs past weeping budgies and parrots
past multicolored dirty laundry that fills the air with stink
past diamond shaped windows carved into the concrete by charred men
a cracked cricket bat left out in the rain
slivers of wood cutting into my skin
when i drag my bare foot over it
can you imagine
a polluted punctured sky stretching as far as dori
and purple flowers blowing in the wind
and the sky shedding acid happily into my cleavage
in the middle of a rooftop
far away in lahore dripping with new dreams a part of me
lies down on the flooded floor
and looks at lonely tv antennas and satellite dishes
the leg of a ladder climbing
its way to heaven in my hand
impossible longing and shadows and acid
corroded wishes atomized into my heart
and when the wind stirs with far away music
and raindrops collect in my curled palms
for a small moment it is as if you
broke off all the jasmines in the world and laid them between our bodies
and i am completely saturated with happiness
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diary of a prostitute? 
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Excuse me, did you just call me a prostitute?
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i called you something else but no one picked up ;)
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Thats really nice sarah, I really like the last four lines. Although I can't relate to the Lahore part as I'v never been to Lahore.
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Beautiful :)