The way she lay there whenever I climbed on top of her, like a dead body, sapped all my desire.
Glissade
Ernest O. JésùyẹmÃ
February 14, 2023
Little Inhabitants The poet wakes in the middle of the night to find that his room, Barely enough for his lean body, is a megacity for the little Inhabitants. Roaches are going and coming, each one with A different sense of urgency, some slow as clumps of dew, Others civil servants in love with the …
