Shira Nuren

but you were a nonchalant

Rapunzel

matte black hair, sprawling across

the cushions you tore

but you waited for your thick

tendrils to be

chopped off; obeying the orders of

the plaid shirt.

but you extinguished the sheriff

stache

tickets to pedicures and manicures

abound-

but you showed off your furry

arms

ants with long legs, rising and

falling as the day commences.

you were supposed to be a girl (or

a boy)

but now you are something else.

something more.

something whole.

First Published
ASHOR
First and Multidimensional Queer Women’s Collective of Bangladesh