how have you taught me that love...

how have you taught me that love is convenience?

to only know me in your hours of comfortability,

in your hours of need and want,

to coax me out of something dark and humid

and pinch my form with two pointed index fingers

into a warped shape that can coil around yours.

how could you ever host private conversations with god,

to speak about nothing but my unruliness

and my backbreaking, twisted temptation

that threatens to pollute you—

to ask him how you could be so full of virtue

and i could be so devoid of it.

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Hana Hassim