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I have run out of electricity.
I would have eaten the sun
Had I known the lights behind my eyes
Would refuse to light up
When I welcomed you

Ever since you visited
Like a kleptomaniac
I have forgotten how to welcome another
To a house that can never belong to him

You dove into my body with mouthfuls.
I would have drank the ocean
Had I known I was not a tsunami enough
For a thirsty man
When I welcomed you

Ever since you visited
Like a kleptomaniac
My body has come to understand
Why it is that airports have a baggage allowance

-Nicole Ruth
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Twin beds

I book an appointment at the psychiatrist.
“An appointment for two.”
“You, and ?” the receptionist asks.
“Anxiety” I whisper. “Couples therapy.”

I try to fall asleep on a twin bed intertwined with cold sheets
But I cannot because the other half of my bed
Won’t stop murmuring.
He pulls me into his sheets,
By the wrists of my hands-
Afraid I may leave him for the daylight.
He says something about cheating-
About the satisfaction of enjoying anothers’ presence-
I hold myself captive near the lampshade and try to explain myself.
I tell him I have never truly slept in my bed
But he grits his teeth and slams the drawer open by the lampshade
I see his fists clench as he takes the Xanax away from me
He says Xanax takes me to bed, gets me to breakfast
It seems like a healthy relationship
The both of us-
We’ve been on and off since high school
But he’s stuck around; for the past two years
That is a healthy relationship, right?
I’m not sure anymore
It is the longest relationship I’ve ever had.

-Nicole Ruth
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The Purity Movement: A Criticism

The Channel 4 documentary on “The Virgin Daughters
widely preaches the misconception of
tallying the level of respectability a girl is owed
against the personal choice of indulging in (a) sexual partner(s)
alongside religious dogma prior to matrimony.

Personally triggered by the lack of openness
within patriarchal families of the Bible Belt in the United States
and blind sided by devout faith-
the opening scene of the documentary
focuses on a father- daughter purity ball
wherein girls as young as aged 5
vow into a premarital life of chastity.

Though the idea of protecting their daughters
against the presumptuous notion of a wretched world
seems rather noble in theory-
Born into a household that robs these young girls
of the liberty of individual thought
while subsequently conditioning them to seek validation
and consent
is a slippery slope into a naive coma
that is parasitical on a heterosexist movement such as this.

The rather concerning double standard
regarding boys and a lacking opprobrium
for not having a defined chastity oath
to suppress their carnal desires
never surfaces the meticulously articulate documentary.

The concept leaves a vast ocean of misogyny
running thick, through intricate families
that build their foundation
on the fragile emotions of young girls.

-Nicole Ruth
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Brown Skin, Not Brown Enough

White man likes the way I look
He says something on the lines of exotic-
About Jasmine entrancing the air above me
My hourglass figure, the way I walk, the way I talk
White man “Keep driving”, I say
He says my problem is that-
I am too foreign for my own body, not native enough for this land

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1-800- Chup kar

Why is it that the weight of my culture

Can be scaled down

And lost amidst translations

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Ask Starbucks to take a back seat on their “Chai lattes”

Because originality does not seem like their forte.

A delicate haldi doodh mixture-

A recipe for cold passed down from generations,

Is now validated because Jarrow Formulas decided to term it “Golden milk”?

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The circle of life: A millennial edition 

In today’s headlines: The daily millennial complains of increased apartments rents

whilst aligning carefully, his dysfunctional yellow bicycle

by the chipped paint thinner walls on his compound

This is in order create an illusion of aesthetic

but observe as he stalls, along his walk to the rent department

as to seem not too interested in the counter offer

because after all,

money is a social concept

He then proceeds to diverge

steering clear into the nearest Starbucks

as his “basic” radar goes off

sniffing the faint tinge of a chai latte in the air

He looks around in order to find more of his kind

but it seems as though the setting sun

has created a labyrinth of hues

which has now distracted the Vine cultured millennials

off their 6-second attention span

They proceed to whip out their iPhone 7’s

that weighs just as much as a pocket watch they could possibly be hiding

in their plaid pant pockets

in order to take an Instagram picture

of a half tilted take away cup in Valencia

Remember always, the millennial motto:

If you place your possessions by an aesthetically pleasing background

make sure to always double-check

that they are colour coordinated and bizarre

because why be rational when you can be irrational?


-Nicole Ruth