Tuesday, 9 September 2014

9, September 2014

Sometimes she let her mind deceive her

that yes, her body was something she could be generous with

not like her heart, no

not after him.

Busayo presented to her wretchedness to every man she met

her soul as loose as her legs

confused and open to young men

who didn't know her name

Still she held words beneath her tongue of

confessions the length of time itself

Sometimes she would think she threw the words out

but they remained at the back of her throat

She prayed

For the past

so that just maybe she would have told him

how she loved him and then how she unloved him

How he made love so small, as a fantasy

Even now

these words threaten to break each tooth in her mouth

to find him again.

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