In between

Shira Nuren

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

a boy)

but now you are something else.

something more.

something whole.

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

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