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in the world where men can be machine gun bodies, trigger-ready hands tripping on no safety, peace itself inverted, my body is often hostage situation, my body is often sentence without punctuation, my body is often shrinking into my clothes, my body is often eraser turned inward, trying so hard to undo the parts of me that are soft.
in the world of a moving metro where men can be flammable, ruinous, immovable, may my body be a fire extinguisher. may my body be a shield for my friends, may my body be freezing cold, forest fire, the entire universe collapsing on purpose, may my body be a sharp weapon wielded without handle, glass shard, may my body be immovable too.
Vidushi Rijuta (she/her) is currently doing a masters in counseling and psychotherapy. She loves writing about love (so naturally, about things like queerness, joy, friendship and grief). Her poems have previously been published in Gulmohur Quarterly, Fruit, and Ink Sweat & Tears.
