Morning Feels Slippery
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: October 4, 2005

morning feels slippery
you imagine it’s raining outside
oceans forming in the cracks of the sidewalk
cars like strange, mechanical whales
the sun is waiting to come up

your tea cup
is a womb that you sip from
while you watch the the mound of flesh wife’s body
blend into the bed sheets
none of your neighbours
would think of the bedroom
as a crime scene

you

she’s breathing
repetitive but not mechanic
an organic radio wave you tune into

how she held your pain
like a subway bomb
the more people in danger
the more you felt free

In the dark dust
I imagined you
As a mountain
On which pilgrims climb
They followed blindly
And so did I