after Nicole Adabunu
are they not kin? same pulse of sinew &
fertile soil. slide through thick mud. no whoops
all wet questions. lock eyes with abyss. that is how
you taste wonder. ache is a lens. alters the
focus of light. what are bones
worth? depends on the bones. confuse
absence. it has the exact ache
of presence. slice lemon with an open cut for
an always home. it is all ache. it is all wonder.
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