Fatimah Asghar

Finally, the Jellyfish Speaks

            For the boy who said women who don’t think are more beautiful,
            then threw me over his shoulder.

i
don’t
have
a
brain. 

my
body
moves
when
the
wind
(your
ocean)
tells
it.

what’s
it
feel
like?

to
be
hammered
down? 

to
be
all
tree-leg
&
anchor?

i
go
where
my
wind
wants
me
to.

i
ribbon
&
pulse
&
glow
&
the
tree-trunks
marvel
at
how
beautiful
i
am

they
pick
me
up
&
i
sting.

my
skin,
full
of
mouths
that
bite.

forgive
me.

i
don’t
have
a
brain.

i
know
not
what
i
do.

Fatimah Asghar

Fatimah Asghar is an award-winning poet, performer, and dramaturge. Her literary work hovers between prose and poetry, examining fact through a lyrical lens. She has won numerous awards for experimental risk-taking in her work, which has appeared in Muzzle Magazine, DecomP, Fringe Magazine, and many others. In 2011 she created Bosnia and Herzegovina’s first Spoken Word Poetry group, REFLEKS, while on a Fulbright studying theater in post-genocidal countries.