God’s Forgotten Nickname (Sule Sankavva) and 2 other poems
Jasmine-scented names reclaim the sacred, asserting fierce agency and spiritual sovereignty, embracing…
Read more →Kitten-boned gods, with rain-scented beauty, embrace perishability, melting into love, fragile as our trembling world.
When a god opens
his eyes,
blinks,
yawns,
agrees to participate
in love
and perishability,
bring out the sun.
Kitten-boned deities
with eyes like snow leopards,
who smell like
it’s just rained–
hold them close,
treasure them like you would
this wobbling world.
Gods weren’t baked
to be broken.
Gods weren’t cooked
to be frozen.
Gods were made,
like we were,
to melt.