We both drink the water; neither can describe its taste

From a deep well, pumped through polyvinyl and copper pipe, then out a faucet Disrobing, you draw a bath, soap every round and crevice, lean back, cleared of forethought From an earthwork catchment a half day’s walk from the aqal. Fill two bladders stitched of skins, pack them on the camel After sex, the ritual […]