nkem

a spectrum of gray emotions and lost love.

Art by Emmanuel Ifeoluwase Taiwo

a couple 100 full moons

ago,

an introspective soul

wedged between

a bus driver: 2-day old chelsea jersey

+ ponds of stale sweat and

precisely the required level of consciousness; demure in dionysus velvety embrace,

AND

the speeding city night lights,

uttered something along lines off

only knowing your lover when you

let them go.

i have let go of sugary pancakes and

pools of bee shit

that set firecrackers off

in my mouth.

i have let go of kindness that

stuffs its trunk with ENID BLYTON hardcovers and tinkling tunes from

the MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE.

i have let go of sexy reading glasses,

a depression i will never wholly understand,

good weed, and

“i love your fingers.”

boy, do i know now.

FIN.