The Innards of Absurdity

By PRIYANKA VORUGANTI

Camus brought us to the bend 

of absurdity

naked and

 

lapping.

accustomed to such morbid

situations 

 

yet 

clinking knees overcome me

 

alone, awash in my own feebleness, tangled

in a Beauvoir-ian cycle,

I don’t trust these eyes of mine.

 

the bends are repetitive, I see

thousands more women clutching

their vulvas-

 

Mirrors pity my wretchedness

  and men lock me in yellow rooms

 

& here I am! 

once again.

(on this bend!)

being hysterical.