NYU Black Renaissance Noire Winter 2014 - Page 88

By MEHA SEMWAL I Enjoy the Act of Disrobing it dismays me less then dressing the innocent zippers zipping tangentially, the schwa schwa of buttons cusping and collars collapsing: surely you realize, my love, this sorbet vision, bitter lemon confection, is not for your consumption; silk(worms) awaken as the whole of me expands, nymph to grasshopper, caterpillar to winged mollusk, we all marvel at the way this skin breathes without us asking about the church bells and why they stopped ringing every hour? 86 If I were me looking in on me, we’d dare not tap on the windows lest we scare away the summer insects: only press our noses closer, let our thoughts fog up the afternoon.