Fiction & Poetry
In my flesh, I must pass
for straight…
But in the digital world,
I can be me.
“Be yourself, Sarah. Awkward smiles, empty silences, weird laughter, and all. It’s just a part of being human. Loving someone physically is never not awkward. Even if it’s a monogamous relationship. It’s only the comfort of familiarity that makes you think otherwise.”
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.
He said ‘tender’ today/in such a way/I thought/I’d definitely like him saying/dirty things to me
I gargle away the itch in the tonsils accompanying this persistent flu.
Just like on a misty morning,
we both
sit
without a shred of adornment
on these ancient stepwells
and the call of the hummingbirds
offer us sensations,
imagination,
and our innocence
You speak in so many tongues to me as you journey languorously down my body.
Khusro to Bullah. Ada to Parveen
यह, वह, वो
He, she, they
Lover or Beloved? Woman or Man?
To be a gentle / friendship breaker for S. To be // a candle-lit confetti apology for S.