A body is a punctuation, lead with the hips and you may finally end
a sentence properly. Wine, twerk, cross the t’s, dot your eyes.
Smother sex in drapery, lewd glances in a shiny new car. Would
you rather live well or not at all? Let us be a sight for sore eyes.
Twerking is a form of worship too. A bounce to echo the tectonic
plates’ shift, a terror in god’s image. New neither to hips nor eyes.
Make an apiary out of your breasts. Comb out your locks. Be the queen
and the hive. Have the haya to know what is meant only for more eyes.
If you can bloom anywhere, honey, do it in a loom,
let joy be stitched in the space between god and your eyes.
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Note: Qandeel Baloch was a Pakistani model and actress who was killed by her brother because she was “bringing disrepute” to the “family’s honour.”
Cover Art by Samantha Park
