oil

On the night you come over, I fry fish. Pour too much oil in the pan. When I drop a tilapia filet in, oil splatters on the floor. My fingers full with fish flour and grease, I want to seduce you again. But you tell me, I’m more like family to you. That statement is more painful after you leave. More painful because I once thought I might want a family. With you. 

I keep throwing myself into extinguished fires. 

~nijla mu'min (2015)