Strolling along the tooth-track, I lose my vibrant way in the *Black Forest. Jackfruit flesh is tempting. But there’s a hell beyond the heaven. I fall into the ravine of fatigue from the crest of *Mysore Pak. Kidneys and their cousins wilt. Drugs devastate my inland. Sugary desires die before my mouth. Yet how long do I have to wait, watching the interplanetary mission and wondering at the Big Bang? First published in Hashtag Queer Vol.2 *Black Forest – a chocolate cake Mysore Pak – an Indian sweet