Glissade

You’re becoming an angry feminist and I’m worried for you.

Perhaps, you will discover what your daughters did with their bodies.

I sit with the inconsolable soul of the dark— The voices of pleasure in the deep woods

I find succor in my reflection on Murtala’s face. Why can’t I confide in it? Is it not family now?

Heartbreak is painful, sure, I believe. But have you ever plugged your phone at night with the conviction it’d be completely charged by dawn, and when morning greets you like a curtsying teenager, you find out it’s exactly at the point you left it the previous night, unmoved and unshaken like mount Kilimanjaro?And what’s worse …

ISSUES

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