Yudhistira has logic
So does Manu
Sadly I don’t understand them
and that comes in my way of
blissful marriage and easy copulation
1+1=2 cannot be more complicated.
In the marriage firmament
I often wish to be a star
Whom or which I pretended to spot
standing on a piece of rock
“May your chastity be like rock”
The priest murmured.
And of course I rock.
15 years post standing on brimstone
Yudhistira and Manu - persistent men
keep coming (in) my way.
One trades wife and other sells locks
But I am not women.
I am single and singular
That also comes in my way of
Blissful marriage and easy copulation
1-1=0. That is also complicated.
As I float aimlessly in the corridors
of well swept institutions
I spy the two men
Yudhistira and Manu
photocopying themselves assiduously
and releasing flyers into air for quick pollination.
They pause. They even smile nicely at me.
Yudhistira binds my wild locks.
He hates them. It reminds him of many things.
“Choose between us.
Him or Me”, says Manu gently
calls in my son to take me home.
“It is either him or me. There is no third kind,”
Between the two
I hug Yudhistira.
The chief architect of trade-offs.
He will understand my request-surely?
“If the seeds are all the same,
then may I have four more men
and rotate them like crops?”
Published in Unisun's "Mosaic" anthology of poems