December 7, 2011

The Black Mole

A black mole,

Residing underneath my unshaven armpit


Every time I lift my arm,

I find it sinking into the cavity

Of absolute darkness

And it grows

Like Darwin's child.

Every day

As I lift my arm,

My nose smells the stench of my body,

While m long, skinny fingers,

With a cigarette in between the vertex,

Reach out like tweezers

To squeeze out the mole

And it grows.

Like a worm in an apple.

I consider it a part of me.

I think.

Protruding from my skin

Like a pregnant body,

Stomaching zillions of bacteria and microscopic whatevers,


It grows.

And when I lie in bed,

Men slide down my underwear

Lift up my shirt

As I lift my arms.

And there it sits

Like my chastity belt.


They promise to never lift my shirt again.

(c) Radhika Iyengar 2010


Sutta said...

you still write here? wow!

five_silver_rings said...

Rohit: Seldom my good man, seldom :)