BITES

One wardrobe malfunction 
was a blast, a kill; 
undressing imagination. 
I was ready for an ambush. 

Like boa’s grip, entwined, strangulating, 
hardly breathing. I am in blue water 
like a humpback whale; 
donot go for the revenge. 

It was not the fabric of flesh 
hair and bones. I was tasting 
the ash falling off the forehead 
of a fallen saint. 

The smile was going up for sale 
in a gulp of greed. 
Tomorrow morning I will find 
amnion shaved on street.

Satish Verma