Illustration by Melissa Torres
by Annusheh Rahim
I was in love and we misunderstood one another.
Peeling each other back like dragonfruit –
never ready to reach the middle,
just romanticising our shells.
We wouldn’t use changing rooms.
I didn’t try us on for size,
“Let’s just squeeze into it,
and spritz some perfume”
The smell is the weakest sense,
so I tasted everything.
in your defence,
that alienation tastes like raspberries.
Do you know that moment
when you see something too personal in a stranger?
Like a darkened inner thigh,
An untrimmed nose hair,
or their dirty hands showing up insincerely.
Once I accidentally
peered into the inside of your mouth,
and saw the morsels of food
you missed when you brushed your teeth,
and the way your tonsils would tighten when you speak.
We were simply heavily acquainted.
Annusheh Rahim is a writer and film director based between Lahore and London. Her upcoming film, Raqs, will be premiering at the British Film Institution this summer.