How not to talk of rape
roll your eyes as she drifts into a story about a night
it is what it is
after all only
remember to gawk at the legs of the girl pouring
herself a glass of rosé
what business does she have tonight
the story is still being told
hold her hand a second
you will tell her that she has flawless skin
roll your eyes as she pulls her hands away
what is your name? you will ask
what business do you have tonight? she will reply.
This is how you make a new friend
I want to show you the city / strings of dreams are spit into sewers that line the statistics / trickle down money summat / torn pockets house smells of three half-eaten plates of sunflower seeds / look / stop looking at her / her blouse is open / you start naming the different parts of her face / she bites her lips because she has never fucked a man / fear draws maps on her skin that make her walk towards you closer afraid your car might rush past / she sees you laugh before you pull up your window / ask her name one more time //
Meghana grew up in Chennai, and is a graduate in Economics from the Lady Shri Ram College for Women. A feminist with zero chill, she currently works in New Delhi. Her poetry is forthcoming in Wildness.