God has made you in his image.
God is the potter and we are his clay.
God’s unfurled fingers reveal breasts
that your boyfriend likes.
When you reach out
to grab them,
God gives them to your neighbor instead.
Love your neighbor like I’ve loved you, he reminds.
So you say nothing when your boyfriend
says he wants to talk to her.
What he really means is he wants to fuck her.
Talk and fuck are synonyms.
Just like God and Boyfriend.
You prepare a candle-light dinner and
invite your neighbour over.
Then you lie down like a red carpet, waiting
for the VIPs to arrive.
Your boyfriend walks over you once
when he enters
God reminds you to turn
the other cheek.
So you let him walk over you
once more on his way out
and this time your neighbor walks over you too.
Her pointed heels piercing
your flat chest.
It was only when Mom caught me
meeting his gaze did she tell me-
Nectar doesn’t reside in between
thighs. It resides in eyes
so you have to become blind.
How can you lose your nectar
to someone as unworthy as him?
A virgin’s iris, full of nectar, is the most
tempting of traps…I promised
to glue my eyelids shut.
When she wasn’t looking, I stood out
in our garden. Cried my eyes out
hoping the dripping nectar
would attract the right guy
before it was too late.
The man I’m falling for
has long hair like Jesus.
When I twirl his curl
around my finger,
I ask him about the story behind the length-
Was it to attract a girl like me?
He tells me about his vow
to Mother Mary of Velankanni.
A girl child, exactly 9 months later
and since then his hair hasn’t been shorter.
And that I should meet his daughter.
This makes me want him