a thousand and one nights
a body overcome with ripeness
glaring from the far side of the room. ENTER
desire & skinned peaches rotting in off-white linen
sheets. a kitchen counter stained yellow with turmeric
rippling across your acne. i learn easy
your embrace has almost as many hands
as you have mouths, threading my braids with
with baby teeth & piano wire. dissonant parallels,
we’re a major seventh, or maybe a minor second;
this feels like my mother’s love
or perhaps my father’s hate.
all my nights become yours,
all thousand and one of them.
here is how i await the executioner.
cotton-mouthed, still strung
tight across the loom, i flicker
like warehouse light bulbs – radiating heat
just to regurgitate. i’m throwing myself at you &
you’re throwing accusations back. i’m straining echos
through rusted colanders & you’re watching my
fish skeleton choke
on schoolyard air. i’m molting
with your larynx as birdcage. no –
it must be me who is crazy, blistering
like sweet plums skins beneath your gaze. at my core,
a pit splintered with your sin. do you understand it
now, how deserving i am of you? it could be worse,
though. there could be kerosene festering in my cavities
instead of your saliva.
i have died too many times to live forever with you.
please, sultan, let me go.
no one believes dead girls anyways,
just wish their corpses
safe passage.