urdu

like a stranger’s tongue
it feels foreign in my mouth
while lips part and meet again
surprised at the unexpected reunion
the tongue curls and probes,
a friendly wrestle forms words
undulating with a decadent languor
as I float away on the sound
- treacle waves of molten meaning

pearls

I can write like string
of moments like pearls
each created alone
irritation made tangible

sell by

They have a lot
of funny pageants
in some places.
The even have one
for mature ladies.
Past their prime
but still acceptable
enough in a bathing suit.
But they have to be old.
They have to
be 28 and over.

can you feel it?

Prescription hunger, caught in a bottle;
curative elixir for the anorexic soul.
Just two teaspoons dawn dusk
and in between displace your body
with those who cannot voice their pangs.
Just two, remember, taken daily
Clear crimson, liquid sympathy.

don't move

I don't love you.
Rather, you are the wall
against which I chose
to break myself.
You will never move.
I will never stop.
And if ever you do
move to embrace me
all that lies between us
will be lost.

2:58 a.m.

Sometimes.
I think about you too.
It happens.
The mind wanders.
Unavoidable.
It settles
in its favorite spot.
That well worn dip
in the mattress.

laugh lines

laughter lines
aren’t really wrinkles
but more like badges
of merry merit
and I just can’t stop
trying to earn mine

_________________

someone saw me
laughing out loud
at nothing at all
in the ladies’ loo
i had to explain
that like most things
a good wrinkle takes
constant practice.