but you were a nonchalant
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
tickets to pedicures and manicures
but you showed off your furry
ants with long legs, rising and
falling as the day commences.
you were supposed to be a girl (or
but now you are something else.
First and Multidimensional Queer Women’s Collective of Bangladesh