Afua Awo Twumwa

morning rituals

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I must cut my tongue, chew
it. bathe your bulk.
A black bird flew by –
death is here. death is here.
What if I’m not ready to mourn

I was to love you tomorrow
I choke on your water poring inside me

I must cut my tongue, chew
it bathe your bulk
A black bird flew by –
death is here. death is here?

© Awo Twumwaah 2018.