Fatimah Asghar
My body: bulb
clicked on, heat in the blanket
the floor of Ullu's
cluttered office
Aladdin on repeat.
Ullu away
on some errand
I'd fast forward to Jas
-mine handcuffed in red,
hair long & braided, like
mine, skin brown: mine,
her low purr in Jafar's slimy
palms, cradling a red red apple.
Later, Star Wars on rewind
& replay—my hunger
Princess Leia clad
in a brass bikini
play-slave to some
blubbery toad of a man.
These women tied
down, licking heels
men not worthy. Power
to cage another
woman: my mouth's
drool, my red red apple.
When everyone fell asleep
Their skin, mine
whimpering over & over
in my light's eye. My body
a fire in the blank
-et, pulse so quiet no one heard
me flame.