KHUSHI’S BODY IS HOLY

RACHANA HEGDE

 
 

in this dream, khushi untwines her hair & sings to a mandir. // her body is the mosaic

decorating the walls, it is an ostrich’s plumage licked clean. // khushi knows to

unloosen her spine when amma thumbs kumkum on her forehead. // khushi can rattle

in tandem with a fluting crow. // she leaves every goddess nostalgic. // so kali knocks

on her window, dissolves her with one chaste embrace & drips her into a pot. // then,

khushi’s body floods her home. // she marbles the walls, sloshing around. // &

khushi’s body is: a museum for dull days without her lover, a symphony for the

percussed, an opalescent duende

 

 
 

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