by Rabia Kapoor
Spread your legs, man.
It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing pants,
a dhoti,
just your kacchi,
speedos
a thong
no underwear
who cares?
Spread your legs
Spread your legs, man
because, man, you occupy space.
And you’ve always been this way
one knee by that window over there
the other one in this woman’s left breast
you occupy space
and it’s always been this way
You sit down and the fat of your thigh spreads
it’s suffocating your neighbor, she flails
but it’s only natural if you’re going to sit
it’s most obvious
it’s common sense
you’ll take up space
you’ll spread your legs
dong in the middle
man, you’ll take up space.
You’re huge, dude, you’re massive
your neck is bent when you stand, it’s stiff
Belly first, you get stuck between rows
of seats
it’s not your fault, man, you’re just big
you grew this way, upwards, sideways
muscles and rolls and that sense of entitlement
of course, you need your space
have a seat, sir, spread your legs
we’ll scurry, adjust, we know our place.
what harm have you done? You just want some space.
Hey, come on, what are you crying about?
It’s always been this way.
Spread your legs, man
it’s okay
you’re just sitting down
it’s okay
Spread your legs,
if you’re asking for it
spread your legs
you slut, you filth
you invitation of shame of guilt
enticing men who just want to sit