Seeking work in the spirit of play and performance from queer South Asian artists
With our existence contested, denied, stricken from history, it is no wonder it takes the evidence of other lives to confirm the solidity of our bodies under our fingers’ touch.
You desire a final frame / that suits and comforts, / a framing that supersedes / a death denied
We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.
The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.
to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it
my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies
I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again
Years later, to my own surprise, I would recognize a strange person within myself. Had I known then how strange I was, what would I have done?
desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring
I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.
My whole life I heard her sing. / I never heard her speak.
Should you die my beloved / I will become a dyke / cut my hair to the scalp / demand history to know wrong / is done if you are taken from me
I tried to be a good daughter / and tell the right story to the guests, who were / always listening from their window across the road.