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Sanchari Sur


He comes to me in twos, a mirror reflecting a mirror. Except they are monozygotic twins, of different sexes.

A split personality Vishnu whose Mohini teased Shiva into submission, his dual forms seduce me.

We will make your body feel like a clit, they say. Let us in.

Their desire unhinges me.

I am just a regular person, I say. I like regular things.

Let me, they say.

They are incubus and succubus, leeches ready to suck me dry.

I can only love one of you, I reply. I can only be loved by one of you.

Let me, they say, as they begin to converge. 

The differences in their voices – high low, low high – coalesce into one.

Choose me, they say.

I commiserate. I am just a regular person...

Choose me, it says.

I choose.






Sanchari Sur is a feminist/ anti-racist/ sex-positive/gender queer Canadian who was born in Calcutta, India. Her work has been published in Map Literary, Barely South Review, Jaggery, CURA, Women in Clothes (Penguin 2014) and elsewhere. A PhD candidate in English at Wilfrid Laurier University, she blogs at http://sursanchari.wordpress.com.