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Thank you, marijuana
Didn’t know
this myself until
by smoking marijuana
I’d entered
into it
From my body
hewed from
a man’s rib,
a wing’ll hatch
without me even knowing it–
in the throat swords with their sharpness
sunk in the sour-saturated taste of that wine
my body’s an eagle
Midnight’s bolt of darkness,
risking total nakedness,
can now be thrown—
with a few kisses
I’ll put down
the weight of demons
crouched in the brain
It’s not the way somebody said it would be
this my body, made keen
as the earth-stained
restless dispersing
clouds are made keen
To this night
as if for the first time
inviting with me
the body
I hadn’t been aware of,
I arrived
To the marijuana
that made this possible,
thank you
Salma
Salma is an award-winning and well-known name to readers of contemporary Tamil literature. She is the author of several volumes of poetry, she’s also been a politician, village leader and on the state social welfare board.