We are two boys in our early twenties
who can read touch like that, who have broken into
a 200-year-old mansion, without permission,
to see from above where people like them go
after 377 has been read down only for those
who can stay behind closed doors — in the custody
of cheap hotels, or houses that welcome nights
with the sound of latches closing.
They’ punch him
with the pejorative
and blame him for his smooth skin
and pink lips
for all ‘their’
I see people and places,
Couples and crushes
I hear giggles and whispers.
These are the secrets untold to me.
Khusro to Bullah. Ada to Parveen
यह, वह, वो
He, she, they
Lover or Beloved? Woman or Man?
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
Waxing my body for the first time last year to have silky skin like the women on Veet’s box but ended up with rashes instead.
Like some perverted Pavlovian desire,
the wafting smell of fresh soap
that fills up the air in the bath
has my pupils dilate when walking out.
My body houses my pain.
It lives in the wrinkles
below my eyes.
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