January 2017
From “The Death of Vivek Oji” by Akwaeke Emezi
I was born and I died. I will come back. Somewhere, you see, in the river of time, I am already alive.
From “Igifu” by Scholastique Mukasonga
“…the sun triumphed over the dawn and lit the old trees”
Thurs, 9/5, at work
I am a house maybe two or three stories tall The way I feel sadis a cat in the windowpassively looking outsometimes licking its paws Every once in a while The cat grows enormous Too big to fit in the
The Resourcefulness of Ants
I am not runned down No, I am not ragged Certainly I have been at seaYes, I could be foundat any given timeWiggling out my whole life at the bottom of all the interchangeably deep, long, & unfathomable valley in