Delhi airport 23:45

I broke my bangles underneath a boy who told me
there are two kinds of gods,
those who eat you up and those that build you
and i wondered
aren't they kind of the same
but instead of speaking I touched the rings on his fingers
plain and silver
that protect him from one god
or another.

later, i grasped that hand and whispered about god or another, whichever oh god-
he broke my bangles holding my wrist
the shards of glass between his sheets
later, after the power had gone
he fed my chapati and
I felt them cutting into my thighs and when he went to find a cigarette or
maybe some chewing gum I collected the pieces and
put them in an ashtray or
maybe it was candle holder

the next afternoon he whispered into my neck that he found my hair on his pillow and  glitter in his sheets,
that he dreamed about me all night, and I laughed,
and pushed his face away
and drank my black coffee that made him cringe
is it coffee or is it medicine