"I lift my skirt for the economy"
When I am seen only
by the specific needle of light
emanating from Preetom:
Preetom is an alcoholic drag
and his body resembles something coughed up
by a muggy wave
when nobody was looking.
(I don’t mean how it looks
how it looks could fill the shelves
but how it moves when it denies
my wincing agency. I tried hard to cough
song of reason from my little cave.
It’s like that time he said
have you ever fucked a flower.
And I imagined a beauty
that could disappear age.
But he imagined a force
that could make him feel
I wonder what Preetom is doing
right now. He is watching anime
what kind of animal I am
through his cracked prism:
like, he put my foot in his mouth and
like, he did not listen to my brief
tuneless song of reason and like
I was waking and torqued beneath
And like I gave a
small coin that currency
Now Tuesday night does
its thing all over me.
I made my bed to lie
on it and think of Preetom.