It’s in the bubbles(detail), by Faizaan Ahab. Image courtesy of the artist
I marvel at your quivering surface; your skin, a hoopla
of zooing climates! Youâ€™re a captive
of the miasma of your age,
the errant plumage, the multifold
anxieties, the stinks! Little monster,
itâ€™s time to Dark Continent with me;
Iâ€™ll get you off
to another taxonomy.
Whatever happens, youâ€™re going to be fine.
Revulsion is not an option.
A simple oscillation,
and youâ€™ll be laving it up
in a radical hair shirt of cirrus,
an exfoliated rose, prickling
and scented, strangely empty. Bent
penitence is your fetish.
You are guilty of nothing, scrubbed
to the quick.
Youâ€™re smarting and hence alive; youâ€™re alive, so havenâ€™t really been beaten.
Remember: the emulsion of alienation is luxurious, friend. I feel it all the time.
I am painful:
.0004 percent parts unknownâ€”
one hundred percent glide. Iâ€™m so over myself
as a form of spiritual butter,
violent and intentional,
an a-ok-style hurricane force,
fomenting at the mouth of the host.
Pour your dirty words and curses,
into my swirling ear or eyeâ€”itâ€™s all a wash, a centuries-worth blur
of frothy Geronimos and colloidal frippery, sad and lost,
scumming every coast. Why apologize
Now for some new hurt!â€”
A swill a-swallow, non-toxic sparrow, your servant of ever-diminishing returns.
~ Vidhu Aggarwal
Vidhu Aggarwal (aka â€œVic Wallâ€) grew up in the Southern U.S. Her multi-media works in poetry, video, and scholarship are oriented around Bollywood spectacle and science fiction. A Kundiman fellow, she is the founding editor of SPECS, a multi-media journal. Her work is appearing in â€˜The Electronic Gurlesqueâ€™ (Saturnalia). Her book of poems, â€˜The Trouble with Humpdoriâ€™ (2016), received the Editor’s Choice Prize from The (Great) Indian Poetry Collective.Â
Editorâ€™s note: â€˜Soap Friendâ€™ first appeared in â€˜The Trouble with Humpadoriâ€™, (The (Great) Indian Poetry Collective, 2016), and is republished here with kind permission from the poet and the publisher.