By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: March 12, 2002

I am frightened of your completeness
Frightened for scar-less purple lesbian children
Playing the sparkly tint of charcoal
In them I reform you
Mighty
Sweetly like sugar canes
I am porridge
With out blueberry honey

I’ve quivered in many corners
Like
Unsure if your seams are sown