* An offering to Atisha

I’m besieged by
Bengali Tea servants.

They are everywhere.
unabated,
Like flies buzzing around a pile of shit.

Stinky.
Unhinged.
Relentless.
Determined.

To fuck me up.

Today, while walking 
Along a still pond
I stopped and looked at
My reflection.

I had never met the chief
Tea servant before!