The Way Out by Abha Iyengar
Painting my face may help.
Strong lines of white,
yellow and red.
My body a deep purple.
He likes me scrubbed clean.
Every tiny morsel.
I could wear
a feather head dress.
Tomahawk in hand,
dance the Voodoo.
Throw some magic.
Bring the rain.
Pierce his heart.
Blood may taste fine.
They say a bear
licks a man’s feet
and kills him with laughter.
I could become a bear.
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Abha Iyengar’s work has appeared in Insolent Rudder, Tattoo Highway, Dead Drunk Dublin, Danse Macabre, Long Story Short and others. She is a Kota Press Poetry Anthology Contest winner. Her poem-film, "Parwaaz", has been screened internationally. Her poetry collection, "Yearnings" has been recently published. Her website is: www.abhaiyengar.com
Strong lines of white,
yellow and red.
My body a deep purple.
He likes me scrubbed clean.
Every tiny morsel.
I could wear
a feather head dress.
Tomahawk in hand,
dance the Voodoo.
Throw some magic.
Bring the rain.
Pierce his heart.
Blood may taste fine.
They say a bear
licks a man’s feet
and kills him with laughter.
I could become a bear.
________________________
Abha Iyengar’s work has appeared in Insolent Rudder, Tattoo Highway, Dead Drunk Dublin, Danse Macabre, Long Story Short and others. She is a Kota Press Poetry Anthology Contest winner. Her poem-film, "Parwaaz", has been screened internationally. Her poetry collection, "Yearnings" has been recently published. Her website is: www.abhaiyengar.com
