December 7, 2011

The Black Mole

A black mole,

Residing underneath my unshaven armpit

Grows.


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,


And

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.


Men.

They promise to never lift my shirt again.


(c) Radhika Iyengar 2010

2 comments:

Sutta said...

you still write here? wow!

five_silver_rings said...

Rohit: Seldom my good man, seldom :)