brother’s foot is in my face.
we smell the stinky foot. we laugh. we are drank.
we drink laughter this minute. that minute.
we have not yet said I love you.
we do not say. we never say.
the news man says there’s been shooting.
election violence, he says and
i pray for brother’s feet for tomorrow.
for the day he walks for governance
we do not listen to the news man
we still are drank.
© Awo Twumwaah 2019.
Afua Awo Twumwa 