Category Archives: Blue Funk

Mute

Lovers everywhere speak the same language. “I love the way you smell.” “I want to kiss your eyebrows, your lips, your hair, and your armpits.” “I miss the way your head felt heavy on my chest.” “Why are you so … Continue reading

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Harvest Moon

We talk about moon rituals, this new girl I met and I. We are walking by a lake. She’s happy with the size of today’s moon, the Friday, and the 13th, all together only makes her happy and buoyant. She … Continue reading

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Breath

The question is: How will I breathe? They say hope and think of whom you will breathe with. Time was you were my breath. my breath. Reason to draw one even, krishna. Today, I breathe my options into a brown … Continue reading

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Exile

They tell you home is where you are safe. They tell you home is a place to be yourself. Then they evict you from it. On a whim, a wish, a fantasy. Or maybe it’s destiny. That you no longer … Continue reading

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The Drive

Loneliness arrests me in the middle of a laugh in the middle of a joke, I just thought up. I scramble for a list of people to share the punchline with and realize that I must finish the laugh alone. … Continue reading

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Hair

I count each strand of my hair To account to krishna Of my love and care. He tugs at my braid But stares mesmerised At another’s gait. My hair locks in dreads He ruffles the knots, laughs And that hot … Continue reading

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Verboten

I whisper his name among the weeds krishna krishna krishna He does not hear. I wear in my hair jasmine strings And intoxicating sweetness krishna does not smell. I show him sights familiar, familial krishna smiles, but he doesn’t see. … Continue reading

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