Missing

Look, what I say means nothing,
or less than nothing —
among the native Americans nothing is an entity.
We in the Orient invented the zero, it seems.
To call my words nothing is to give them shape.
The feeling that a child must have
when he wants to say something and simply has no vocabulary
(or worse, we cannot recognise his language)
for it.

But you know Ghalib might be on my side,
it’s easy to attribute avant-garde feminism to writers
who are dead.
That gha’ib-e-gha’ib,
the absence of an absence,
is the world.

If I am an absence
that makes me kind of

omnipresent,

doesn’t it?

Haha!
(Oh I must hide this before he gets h