At mornings I mourn a loss I do not know.
It melts on the tongue like bitter chocolate.
In the dream I was again running from.
I slept cuddling death a soft pillow of rocks
will you believe if I told you I’ve died
a hundred times times hundred
the first was while I tasted water and akpeteshie in one breath
“know the difference. This one is
truth. This one is truth.”
In a woman’s body, I am a boy, a year old, trying to find my feet.
and it was always mother’s hands opened for my falls
I limb. missing fathers’ foot.
it is there but I cannot feel it.
noone welcomed him home
I am Peter walking on water. I sink.
Please do not say keep your eyes on Him. I have
slept three suns dying in the fish’s belly.
I know how to live in water. I know how death feels.
Please do not say just keep your eyes on the Lord. I have
to have hands that have handled.
at evenings, I mourn a loss I do not know.
It melts on the tongue like bitter chocolate.
will you believe it if I told you
I have died a hundred times times hundred
the first was while lying tongue learned
“know the difference. This one is truth. This one is truth.
This one is not.”
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