Palm Tree Manuscript.

Pasir Panjang, long sand beach, Kupang. Lovingly written slowly on the lands of the Halong People.

I let the Pasir Panjang swallow me whole
While I wait for the palm leaf manuscript to
Arrive into my fingers.

The Noel Mina, the sweet river,
Takes us to touch a scar of the Fatumnasi
And a child holds my hand.

Most of our hours apart from sleep
Are spent together.
We call each other sibling
Pasir panjang learns our skin names.

A Kupang rapture and wind
Finally
Brings us back.
Then tells me to go.
Says
I am the tree beside you.