One of the Lingering Bad Ones - Gala Mukomolova

The woman you love sits on my scarf and pretends she doesn’t notice. The woman you love slaps cake on my breasts and watches you eat it. She is always leaving because she is made of foam and blazers. The woman you love has bad tattoos that show you where to touch her. She quotes Foucault to her johns, has D-rings on her ceiling. She sits with you in a metal bathtub but she keeps her eyes on me. She dares me to get in. The woman you love has the same hair as the woman you fuck. The woman you love makes the perfect fist, knows a good deal. She brings a knife to bed, she waits until you’re ready.

 

© Gala Mukomolova

 

* Bu şiir, [PANK] dergisinin 2013 yılının Ekim ayında yayımlanan Queer özel sayısında yer almış, Şakir Özüdoğru ve Fatma Nur Türk tarafından Türkçeleştirilerek Gard-6’da yayımlanmıştır.