Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
to say yes only when you don’t want to
qubool hai. qubool hai. qubool hai.
to be peaches & cream stuffed in an hour-
glass fragile and secured, wrapped in cellophane
umber burnt in bleach to be fuckable, but never
fucking: a gerund in English beyond
our grammars and beds fucked
is a state of being an adjective and fucked
the verb is cardinal sin is chocolate cake
your size 30 abdomen is “neck massager”.
to be ovaries fermenting to time
balls. no one will be coming on a ship he steers
with no latitudes but open your legs it’s only annoying
like powdered cheese from popcorn pervading
fingers invoke qubool hai and dismiss
the radial no diffusing from your belly
button -downs & gold bras so he can touch
like cymbals the tingling tips of what happens
to be a piano qubool hai to be rolling
pins and griddles “for a virgin too shy silence is
to consent.” ‘at the meeting of my thighs’ a diamond
quarry chased to death qubool hai
to be stripped every night in this public
institution to lie still and to fill
your tears in vials under the floorboard in order
to teach your girls how the answer to rape is
to forget in loving memory
to be darling daughter, dutiful wife & mother
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