(“To be is to be perceived.” –George Berkeley)
A hurricane makes me scurry and splash in pools of
essence, a sense, idea, a sensible object, all of which are im -
mediately perceived by my fingers, separating Locke from lock of hair
your nimbus of gold hair swept to the left by your hand
pulled to the floor by the falseness of
it all. Squalor, et al., sneak into my shadow, one pace
behind but lurking.
Lure king. Your glasses fogged (where’s the perception, then?), laughing
when I suggest that we’re all schizophrenics collectively committing
to the same delusions. One would hope you’re more that just sensible.
More like essencible. Sense king. Bailing water out of the boat.
Sting ray! Sin rey. Sin king, you’re sinking.
Padmini Parthasarathy is a journalist based in New York, NY. She has been published in The Times of India, Huffington Post, Vitamin W, Tehelka THINKblog, Washington Square News, and on PolicyMic.com. She likes adventures, stories, and adventures that lead to stories.