Relationship Status

by Preeti Vangani


Humor has a thing for dark spaces

else how can you explain me kissing

my boyfriend hard as the flight blackened

for takeoff, the flight I was taking to go

see my sick mother. I’d find out on landing

that she passed away when my tongue

was busy sampling lust. I reach home and

gargle my mouth with all my lungs as if

guilt can be rinsed & emptied into a sink

What else is space but a body of dark humor

craving physical affection like artificial life

support. How else can I explain why I over-

loved every boyfriend after her

with a fondness reserved only for mothers.