Floor Cushion — Point De Capiton Size:One Size New Delhi in a taxi

New Delhi in a taxi cab

falling into the most reasonable place: the absurd

Top corners of the cushions are finished with horse hair tassels

and palms gazing shyly at their lean reflections

she thought of Olympia: her painted sour skin

Floor Cushion — Point De Capiton Size:One Size New Delhi in a taxiThe three friends sat on floor cushions, whose print had swallowed fallen playing cards. On the table between them, he spread open a bag of potato chips all the way down the side of its spine, so its iridescent insides were splayed like a makeshift banquette platter or the exposed underbelly of gutted fish: a bag dressed as a silver tray. For him, there was never a question about finishing the bag, about the grease and crumbs, just an ease, at once