- Limnology of the Minor Goddesses
Brackets are exciting.anne carson
The Papi
Bernal Heights
I twirled pigtail ribbonsplaidmicro skirt thigh high bootsfor {Daria} who growled You make me feel like adirty old man
leather chaps lay heavy on hir liketoltecpromises I kneeled to blue suede flogger swirled
hys truegender erectin my cherry-gloss lips
The Alumna
Alamo Square
vast butter-white {Helena}spreadrubenesque before memelting as I spanked her
nothing’s as shockingas the anti-Muse warnsonce you sing it [End Page 42] aftercare snuggled in flannel we mouthed June JordanSappho Mary Oliver
blank as gesso our whole lives ahead
The Geek
SoMa
{Bobbi}’s tart-red vinyl skirtrode upas she tickle-tackled me to the floorsordid with latex exhalations bleach sweeps
chained up in the swingI stopped smartmouthing succumbed
O naiadsmer-girls medusas may you gloryin all your ravishingsas I did that fluorescent night
The Cheater
San Jose
{Paradise} dressed in polyester-blend curvesadvertisedfor a couple but flirted just with me
first girlygirl first anonymous {our true names password-kept}first night I heldthick brown tremolo so like my own
she showered sprayed eau de bergamother husband couldn’t know
first adulterer not last [End Page 43]
The Engineer
Hoboken
the boa {Issa} gave medrapedmy throat inky Whose pussyis it? she’d demand as she pumped me
corralling the ariasI was born to sing O Kamaof denim orange oil lake-hued peridot reservoirs of shame
who gives a femme feathersonly to clip her wings?
The Curator
Cherai Beach
for {Narcisa} I fellblindfoldedon my belly waited asgulls screamed over the sands children hawked beads
calmly in the motel roomshe snapped on black latex gloves
afterward our toes lickedArabian Sea
my cells hummed pranic
ice lollies from the night cart
The Baller
Brooklyn
{Sakhi} of the turntablebling [End Page 44] whiskey jangle generous mouth soperfect if only we’d each been completely different
in her armsthe world was all bubbles & throb
glimpsesthrough tinsel of a sacrificed song
filligree’d brilliance sifted intolaughter-armor life-of-party beat
The Biker
Potrero Hill
when {Gowri} pummeled mefistupon fist upon lustrous fistI levitated shed shame begged for more
my legs shook weakenedin pink pleather go-go boots my boobstrembledlike a sin-filled nymph’s
the old whips-&-chains crowdgasped at our vesuvial heat
The Professor
Madison
a decade maybe two till I askedWillwe ever sleep together?
boyfriends distances kidsmonogamous stints had added up to justfriends
let’s cuddle she said pink smilestripped off conference suits & heels [End Page 45] quick as sandher whole hand within me
The Minister
Golden Gate Heights
I slipped into {Rhea}forgettingnot to moan O God!as she thrust the baby-jesus dildothrough fishnets & pearls
between mud & miracle we played by the good bookchecklists safewordsinventing commandmentsto corset our heartsshalt not covet another’s primary partner
The Healer
Sunnyvale
otter-eyed {Priyanka} youshimmiedthen fled our coupling Irue my wrought tears love-drunk needles sunk intothe wrong meridian
must I swoon every time for the wound?O Kamaevery story tries to mend itselfstitch by stitch likea bride’s finespun silk blood-stung
The Painter
Mendocino
{Rosario} of shadows &brushes
that’s not the green you need [End Page 46] she scolded folding cadmium into cobalt to showthe river Navarro O lodemother
of alluvial gold & aubergine trout on womyn’s landwe swamfree of bikinis lounged nude on boulders
where you blessed ourdiurnal mingling agave sighs
The Stranger
Tribeca
I almost forgot {Fiona}whotrussed me in floss led meround the dungeon like a kitten pinched clothespins inthin pale fingersthrew me over a sawhorse
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no before or after how Iliked it those stiletto yearsall endorphins loss incendiary crave [End Page 47]
Minal Hajratwala wrote the award-winning epic Leaving India: My Family’s Journey from...