all the girls you’ve ever loved, i think i loved them too.
interlude for the grand sonata
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
we are in love but love makes me crazy.
this is where love comes to die
i say, pointing to my body.
all my friends laugh
they think i’m joking.
the sun is a yellow sari hanging on my neighbours clothes line.
this is how easily electric turns ordinary
this is how miracle becomes mundane
this is how all our phone conversations end with your tired voice begging
please, just stop crying.
i’m not sad
but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. i’m not a girl anymore and i’m not sad anymore. you want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ you think i’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? i’ll swallow you whole.