Lost in the Shoah

What is death? A last memory in the throes of fevered nightmares Stiff and twisted bodies tumbling out of a cattle car Hungry lips torn away from a mother’s bosom too soon Two sips of water not given after a day’s hard labor The stench of unwashed nakedness in the snow And charcoal-scented Dial bars…

Real Women

Real women are fat Real women are thin Real women are also Somewhere in between.   Real women are curvy Real women are sharp Real women are arrow-stiff They’re a walking work of art.   Real women cross their legs Real women spread them wide Real women may not have legs And that’s perfectly fine….

Seventeen Vacant Desks

Daddy, don’t be mad, I can’t make it to football practice today, I’m under my desk, hiding, I’m staying quiet and trying to pray.   Brad’s lying a few feet away, I can’t tell what’s wrong, There’s so much blood on his face, I’m scared but I’m being strong.   Miss Tracy is trying to…

High on NY

Bagels and pretzels smell like the morning, Of businesswomen rushing to board meetings… Starbucks in one hand, Louis Vuitton in the other, Manhattan is for the materialistic, they say… But in between the narrow spaces in perfectly applied fake lashes, The powerful strains of Christine’s anguish resound, As a phantom from the shadows makes her…

Two Of Me

There are two of me that live inside our humble, little home. The red me; bold and fiery, alive with every beat of our heart. The white me; boring and broken, living because we must. The red me wants to pack a lifetime in each breath we take. The white me complains that even one…

A silent storm: Irom Sharmila

“Irom fasted for 16 long years, in the hope that her suffering would bring change. She broke her fast last year when she realized that she needed to find another way in the face of the establishment’s indifference. She contested elections this month and received only 90 votes, as opposed to her opponent, Okram Ibobi Singh,…

The Absurdity of International Women’s Day

I am a fantasy of your lonely nights, Two breasts and a butt; A hole to fuck, For all days of the year but one. My intellect is a mark Of my unattractive androgyny. My sass is too ugly. Your macho instincts need A coy little lamb, For all days of the year but this….

If life was a piece of homework

If life was a piece of homework, My first attempt would get me a B. My teacher would call me to her desk, And show me the smart kids’ grades, And ask me, “will you do better next time?” And I’d bob my head, in an earnest ‘yes’.   If life was a piece of…

Outpour

The dying embers of passion stir within me, My aged beauty longs to charm again. It yearns for the timelessness to be, as it searches for a reality long undone.   The blood in my marrow boils with my need, To be held and loved and fawned over. I cry over my crinkled reflection; I…

To Ma, with Love

It is 2017. This year in May, it will be the 10th anniversary of my mother’s passing. I wrote the following piece when I was about 17. And every word of it is still as relevant as it was all those years ago. All that has changed is that I’m older and wiser, and maybe…

Have You Seen My Lost Little Heart

Have you seen my lost little heart? I lost it early that morn…. I followed fast and jumped with a start, as I heard the strange strain of a horn.   Have you seen my lost little heart? I lost it while playing in the wood….. I muddied my clothes, once so smart, as I…

Ecstacy

I see the sun setting over the horizon, I hear the din of people walking home, Wherever that may be. The dirty streets full of slush tell a story of their own, While I walk home alone to ecstasy. Sappy moments on ancient sitcoms, Stories half remembered, reconstructed with a fresh stab of pain, At…