Mourning
A few hours later, you were trying to rebuke grief. You smiled, leg-working, lori iro…
But NYSC Is Just A Year
Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?
Collocation, Saudade
Late at night making love, peignoir
& a glaciated window, you touched me everywhere
What Is The Weight Of An Unspoken Farewell?
In my secondary school days, in every one of my classes, there was always a classmate who would die.
To A Poetry Editor About Weightless Gravity
In this poem, i remain a dog, barking at the unseen in the middle of the night,
Measuring its agitations by a quadratic formula…