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Meghana Mungikar
Monsoon 2016 * 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 a story 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 // * |
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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.
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