How do we even say this: that rejection is one overused phrase drugged into every
*Second Runner-up for the O.A. Ejesu Poetry Prize with The Muse no. 48 JournalI must
his lover’s chest
broad and flat but bursting at the seams with love
On the road, you will see them: Brittle boys whose bodies are cities of grief.
I am that leaf that’s desperate to leave the whole branch, the whole tree not
i say manual & rebellion rocks like a storm in my mother’s mouth // she
*First Runner-up for the A.O. Ejesu Poetry Prize with The Muse no. 48 Journal. Hope
*Winner of the 2021 Eriata Oribhabor Pidgin Poetry Prize, The Muse Journal. I go buy
where i come from we selectively give destinies to stillborns & become humans unlearning how
She picks up her pen,She wants to writeOf metaphors sleek as oil,They slip from her