Danusha Laméris It covers everything, fine powder,the earth’s gold breath falling softlyon the dark wood dresser, blue ceramic bowls,picture frames on the wall. It wafts upfrom canyons, carried on the wind,on the wings of birds, in the rough fur of animalsas they rise from the ground. Sometimes it’s copper,sometimes dark as ink. In great storms,it …
Danusha Laméris – Twin Strangers
Danusha Laméris For $3.99, the website promises me the opportunityto find my duplicate, my doppelgӓnger,my double. Someone half-way around the world,or right next door, who wears the same pointed eyebrows,aquiline (according to the diagram) noseon a brown and almost-oval face. “Everyone,” they say“has seven look-alikes.” Each night in bedI sip my cup of tea and …
Danusha Laméris – Small Kindnesses
Danusha Laméris I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, …
