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Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

& I have been fishing- eating the gore of my futility
with dry stale fingers & licking the wounds

of my palm with my desert - like tongue,
to say, my life is a pond drained of every dewdrop

of happiness. Yet, every night I come to the shore
with my hands cupped like sprawled hips supplicating

for rain. There is a drought in my throat
that kills every prayer even before it is uttered.

There is a land in my stomach diseased with famine
& all that remains are skulls empty of memories

& broken fragments of dreams. Say my body is
a dish on a plate served to hunger & grief.

Say my life stinks of depression & not
even a bath in the bay of my tears will wash me.

Still, every night I return like a moon to the dry river
wanting to see the reflection of hope on my face.

Despair is the substance of things unseen,
the evidence of things un-hoped.

adesiyan oluwapelumi,tpc xi, is a young creative from nigeria with works published/forthcoming in salamander ink, cathartic lit mag, fiery scribe review, lumiere paper, eunoia review, ice floe press & elsewhere. he is a poetry reader at kitchen table quarterly. he tweets @ademindpoems.

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