Your Lock
Your lock is more delightful to me than a hundred keys – Jalal al-din Rumi It is the missing clasp of your body that shudders me awake, and before I fall asleep, I replay all the tightly wound metal of our kisses, all the ways our bodies resisted, all the ways we came unhinged, let [...]
Zeenat Aman
Will Heaven look like Zeenat Aman? My mother used to tape Indian movies illegally all day long there’d be three or four movies going two VCRs whirring getting all technologically horny with the high-pitched songs of the young female stars the lucky ones who got to dance with Amitabh Their bodies would be bursting out [...]
You Say You Miss My Hair
(For bald girls everywhere) Don’t you see that now the entire night and the light are my hair That the fences on delancey street the old columns the broken figures and statues that now these are my hair (your soft hands on my head are my hair) The broken english of a mother running across [...]