Marmalade



This girl I owe my life to
Is called Marmalade
Marimb
Mom
Mariam
Mariam Khan
Marmalade Khan
She is distantly sweet like the orange Dada puts on his toast
When he tells me it tastes like home in Sri Lanka,
And by that he means British colonialism
(laughter we spread on a crumpet)
Home tastes like marmalade
British colonialism, allegedly, tastes like marmalade
Spending time with Mariam is what I imagine
Swimming in marmalade to be like
It is a kind glowing universe
Slow moving, gelatin


This song you sent last spring
Is called Marmalade
Marmalade
By your unnamed brother
Marmalade
A MP4 file on my desktop
Marmalade
Accessed only sometimes with infrequency
As cravings come and go