Two Poems
by Nikita David
Oh Hush
I dug a well by the papaya tree. I did it when I was 6 because I knew one day I’d be 22 and return to India in need to hide some inconspicuous shit. The college girls had chased me out the dorms with straight zombie arms and now I’m at the bar running my teeth along the poseur table. Impossible fire throbs at the back of my throat. I put it out with coconut tequila and lime. Overfed body, bloated eyes, a baboon of a woman. I feel the wood pulsate beneath my short skirt. I let it rub against me, embrace me in its warmth. There’s a silly song playing in the background about a Cambodian boy with a long tongue. I keep grinding, so hard, till I get a splinter in my underwear. I don’t look to remove; I leave it for many days and let the irresistible pain maul me into sweet lulls of oceanic love. The kind of water they reserved for baptisms. Then diva cup washes. My breath holds itself, and the filth of my SPF and the grime of a sexless month cleanse itself so softly.
Single Sexy Indian In Your Area
Something like uncolored foundation
A good rebellion
against girlfriends, okra, william basinski
The sun set on my face
I felt it fall, and
with it went my-
No chai for three days,
Or sex, or rusk biscuits
Marinating the dogs innards
Straight cut jeans
Infront of a mirror
Biting a peach
Never as sweet as the
Foolish investments
Of lemon stand kids
On Marine drive trying to save a rupee
Thinking about a girl in math class
With the long hair and pink bath water
Idlis and Sambar
Later a blue falooda with
The girl who plays fifa.
There’s a Mexican dream amidst this
Nikita David is a Naarm based writer currently studying a master’s in creative writing at the University of Cambridge. Her work can be found in Cordite Journal, Moi Magazine, and Bending Journal amongst others. She has also worked as a staff writer at Strand Magazine and Farrago Magazine.