# ODESHI

I find it unfair that you don't come to me quite naturally.
I'll have to tame my pleasures and fancies in many ways to get you.

I'll have to mix bitter herbs and chew, stay isolated and dance to Baba's many chants and even the mutterings my ears would play deaf to.
I'd sit in a spot for hours as I listen to the sweet gossip of the wind dancing and wallowing through my ears.

And at that, you're just a veneer for some time, empowering me with supernatural resistance to this world's unruly pains.

Savage!!

Masked men go starving for days, chasing after you like the princess of Odisha.
Immurement is a joke if I wrap you in my arms and have you leaking from my pockets.

And should I get cut in a fight or get stabbed by bandits, you'll have my skin rising with no peels like rotten pasta.

Here's my fortune going south...
I'm as normal and pale without you.
So exposed...
Not willing to pay no cost to get you.

— L. A.