ways we constellate

a. dictitious

i
am well-woven.

i
am a spell
that does not release
and never tells.

these constructions
i allow,
and better
awaken
to speak in hearttones
and hymnbeats
on rugged pavements.

i
have built
art.



b.bahaar

this body has
forgotten its infinite
beatings, denied
itself the luxury
of acceptance.

this body has
remembered its lovers'
last names, phone numbers,
birthmarks and kindness--

the only cruelty this vessel knows
is from its middles;

i
have riddled
myself into
warmth



c. capabuilt

these hands
are imbued
with patient dynamism
and ichor
that the goddesses
savor.

they have moved
mountain ranges
and hoisted dark seas
overhead,
then returned them
deftly.

such instruments deserve more
than my doubts;

i
have clouded
the veins tenacious.



d. aitbaar

i allowed these
hands
to hold me.

i have yet to feel
like less
than a Dali
dream,

my little ashes
are coming close.

the Ganges
lost its
murk
to me; i carry
remains
i house
brokenness
till it is perfected
kintsugi.

i
am
gold--

i
am gold
and nothing less.