Tuesday, August 5, 2025

 


ku 


water heater breaks
our bodies humming
abandoned building
we become each other's prisoner

our ghost-quiet footsteps
in thick of night
crushing a cricket
endless repetition
conjoined twins repeat
each other's silence
my African journal--
i wake in pounding pulse of night
antelopes in my chest
seance
she speaks to me
from little heaps
of inert matter
the old nun's wager--
burn the candle
or dread the dawn
a luminous cloud
shifting around me, therefore
i am dense



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