Soliloquy of a Diabetic

Strolling along the tooth-track,
I lose my vibrant way in the *Black Forest.

Jackfruit flesh is tempting.
But there’s a hell beyond the heaven.

I fall into the ravine of fatigue
from the crest of *Mysore Pak.

Kidneys and their cousins wilt.
Drugs devastate my inland.
Sugary desires die before my mouth.
Yet how long do I have to wait,
watching the interplanetary mission
and wondering at the Big Bang?

First published in Hashtag Queer Vol.2

*Black Forest – a chocolate cake
Mysore Pak – an Indian sweet


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