The Morning

after he did what he did, Sita took Hanuman aside and said this:

There are allies, and there are two-timing monkeys. Don’t look hurt, or sad, or upset–I am tired of how the universe works. I want to burn in fire, maybe, eat hot coals, strip down to bones and cartilage and show you how it’s different if you’re not of the male species.

I know how power molds history to speak in its tongue. I know how some fall silent while gods and saints are made. It starts with a rescue and lives as a story.

Subashini Navaratnam is a writer from Malaysia. Her poems have been previously published in Quarterly Literary Review Singapore and Poetika (Malaysian poetry zine). She writes book reviews and essays for PopMatters and blogs here.