On a rainy day
Do you wish for miracles in the shape of clouds?
Seeing your self and endless others
walk with their heads bowed
to nature, to God, to responsibilities?
I say the only salvation lies in a good movie
created by ones with iron balls-
not sissies who happen to be in the business
their stale breath infuse every plot
(think of momos and beer burps)-
Did you just wince? Did you look away?
Is this something no ‘good woman’ should say?
Hah! I tell you, what you want is simply a myth
Let her live in your cocoon, she belongs in the tower
The woman next to you is flesh and blood
And she has the privilege to make you smile and sigh.