Snigdha Koirala has previously been published in The Inkwell and Unknown Magazine. Born in Nepal and raised in Canada, she is currently living in Scotland, where she is pursuing an English Literature degree at the University of Edinburgh.
R
Arms bending, there was dirt
stuck to the inside of your elbow.
My thumb itched to trace
its spirals over you,
to fold your blond paper skin
into the damp pocket of my coat,
and hear your knees click flat against the
bridge of your nose.
But your limbs–untied–
swinging around skinny metal bars,
and your blues under chiffon lashes
s p r a w l i n g
through the place,
looking for something,
through and around me,
like in that theatre,
your air filling up
all the spaces I could feel–
I lost and lose control,
dizzy,
heavy,
foggy breath–
I imagine–
along the lines of your hands,
over the crooks of your bones,
your veins–
I imagine–
settling above that piece of dirt,
coaxing it into the calm,
blowing it away–
I imagine
seeing you bare.
Snigdha can be reached via email, koiralasnigdha@gmail.com.