coming out in no particular order

the night undresses, you put a
memory in your mouth, chew casually,
thinking about wars, about their littleness:

of course you were born with
one sitting loud in your stomach,

your body (the boys drowning in him)
is a catalog of casualties,
falling angels should learn how to kick
& rise, you think an inspiration
is a runner-up
to the inscrutable mystery
what is worth holding
worth believing, worth keeping
the God that whispers from the cracks
in you.

Othuke Umukoro is a poet & playwright. His demons have appeared in Brittle Paper, AfricanWriter.com, Ink In Thirds, Poetry Potion & elsewhere. His debut stage play Mortuary Encounters is forthcoming from Swift Publishers.

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