if your enemy thirsts, give him drink…
so, when
aunty ramotu asked for a
glass of cold water to quench her
thirst, i sweetened it with two
droplets of sniper.
it’s beautiful how she sits still like
a piece of oil art– lifeless– incapable
of trapping me, again, in-between
warm thighs while family sleep.
if your enemy thirsts, give him
drink, says the preacher. nobody
said it must be pure water.
What do you think?