1. Poetry

    “Adam or Eve”

    The death of Eden,
    was inevitable.
    But it shows in your
    mascara stained,
    hazel-nut,
    fuck the things,
    damn the river,
    I need your help,
    ghostly shimmered,
    He my Father,
    Fuck Fuck-
    Fuck,
    touch me there-
    gaze,
    that its truth is fresh.
    I am no oracle but its no surprise.

    You mumble a few lines
    of absent nothings, so soft
    their sound hardly gets to my ear.
    All I could
    make out was
    “Am I adam or eve?”
    And I felt the length
    of that question in my bones,
    shooting up my spine;
    stinging with truth.

    I lean over,
    putting my weight on broken wrists
    and gently whisper back
    “Sin,
    is what we carry
    and yours is a mountain
    I have tried to move.
    I give up dear sir or madam.
    Expulsion is a punishment
    that maybe you should arouse.”



    “My Father”

    I wish you wouldn’t
    keep the Euphrates
    damned
    between your arms.
    When my body is
    parched
    of its sweet nectar,
    it leaves a bitter taste
    on my tongue.
    Leaving would be a wise man’s decision,
    but you are my oracle.
    My Father.
    Every drip of knowledge
    I have of this world
    stems from your breath.
    The silver lines you spooned me,
    I still hold dear.
    The hand that held my cheek,
    still lingers a blush.
    I never said I was mad,
    just hoping
    one day you will part the seas
    and allow me to be consumed by its weight.
    And maybe then I’ll find you.



    “I Hear Her Calling”

    Brace!
    For the
    beat
    thundering
    towards
    my fleshy
    shore,
    as I lay
    between
    land and
    sea.
    Where
    Her frigid
    water
    marches
    in line,
    one by
    one
    like a
    metronome’s
    song.
    Each crash
    compressing
    my chest
    as breathing
    seems
    a worth-
    less task.
    Staring at the
    division
    of everything
    and
    nothing
    all I
    have left
    is to
    pray to a
    God who
    won’t
    listen
    and hope
    the ocean
    will one
    day
    take me
    with Her.
    And I
    can be
    engulfed
    by Her
    being.