‘Consent’ by Sana Janjua

he finishes the foul smelling cheese that i nibbled at and rejected,

tastes all the drinks i poured myself to retch and show disdain for my ambivalence,

drops on my shoulder when cant-pronounce-Arthur tipsy,

sprawls his legs on mine to find comfort in having a feeling fellow-being so close yet so far,

shows me his latest mujra steps perfected to nurture the inner calling,

reveals pictures of testosterone invested naked souls born for us to view and wow as we believe so in our carnal dreams,

picks at the crumbs off my mouth when i baby-eat sushi,

gives the stalker a “maula jutt be damned; i will not let you harm my girl” kinda look when i press,

calls himself a baji, begum, khatoon, jahan aarah, taranum, sangeeta, mastaani.

but, what he doesn’t do is:
stroke my tail bone without my consent,
ever.

(“Consent”, Jan 20, 2017)
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