skin golden like teabags.

I’m wrapped in a ruffled green,

dancing on a rooftop, while the city holds its gaze.

I’m her

the legend of your society. the sung

about lass  in mystery & fact.

I found myself before I found you

so I wonder why you want all my attention. needles

raced at their own ambition to find

a woman. in all her immaturity she stands,

knowing everything & letting us know, she

stands. jovial in her tired cares

she stands & falls again to show us

what one looks like. allahu akbar

in hindi. silk in a skirt

I want to flow

lighter than feathers on a delicate day. my chest

finds itself mute at lunch

for three. regretting my words

enjoying my space. I’m her

of complexes

of interests.

I’m her.