Poetry | ANGLES

EULOGY FOR A SNAPBACK

There lacks a certain poetic justice
in frat boys on a wrap-around porch.

Your skin gave quirks of womanhood
away, like yesterday’s bees awoke
at the far reaches so trim of flail and
purr.

Every morning
on Bombay’s Juhu Tara Road
the Brihanmumbai municipal corporation
swept the concrete road
not eulogizing bygones.

The modest mulberry, born on a tree.

Once I was called stupid
for never being afraid of the things that hurt me.
I’m as thin as the page of a magazine
And he and I are thick as thieves.

Above his head he lifted a boulder
Not grey, but made of smooth
Amber and copper stripes

She’s been gone for two months now, honestly thin-hipped blades of back barely surviving