Written by Kriti Raju
I fell in love with a Bible lover
and tattooed her name under my breast
like it was the crescent impression
of her fingernail half-moons biting my skin.
"Your body is a Church!" my mother screamed.
"How dare you befoul the home of God!"
Oh mother, I thought.
I am an Olympus of misplaced Gods, a cathedral of contradictions.
There are demons in my Church.