top of page

Ode to You Looking at Yourself Naked by Momina Mela

When you go home tonight

& take all your clothes off in front

of the mirror let your body steam humid as

a teacup

let the traffic outside hum in

your ribcage hide & seek brake

lights intensifying adjacent to

muscle, terse

ruptures of sighs proclaim

an existing existence too occupied

by nerve

my dearest estranged fraction-

yield wholly

to earth pull stay hung as

a willow

over the yank & heat of skin bravely

gather slim runs of salt across belly

heave & hip swell

of thigh

a moth circles your torso wings splayed to

inhabit some bone knee crack

incessant walnut

empty out each polemic slap shut the

unbuckled husk these are yours

you can stare

all you want.


Momina Mela is a Pakistani poet from Lahore. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, Horse Less Review, The Blueshift Journal and The Lighthouse Journal amongst others. She serves as the Poetry Editor for Papercuts, a publication run by Desi Writers’ Lounge. She holds a BA (Hons) degree in English Literature from Goldsmiths, University of London. She will begin her MFA in poetry at NYU in the fall of 2016 as a full scholarship recipient.

bottom of page