Today's poem is by Tarfia Faizullah
Aubade Ending with the Death of a Mosquito
at Apollo Hospital, Dhaka
Let me break
free of these lace-frail
lilac fingers disrobing
the black sky
from the windows of this
room, I sit helpless, waiting,
silent—sister,
because you drew from me
the coil of red twine: loneliness
spooled inside
once, I wanted to say one
true thing, as in, I want more
in this life,
or, the sky is hurt, a blue vessel
we pass through each other,
like weary
sweepers haunting through glass
doors, arcing across gray floors
faint trails
of dust we leave behindhe
touches my hand, waits for me
to clutch back
while mosquitoes rise like smoke
from this cold marble floor,
from altars,
seeking the blood still humming
in our unsaved bodieshe sighs,
I make a fist,
I kill this one leaving raw
kisses raised on our bare necks
because I woke
alone in the myth of one life, I will
myself into anotherhow strange,
to witness
nameless, the tangled shape
our blood makes across us,
my open palm.
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