| Having fallen while no one was looking Having borne what fell through Having fallen early / Having barely fallen through myself My luck, so close to catching, Having caught the worst of it / Having fallen from the sky, and then Through it. Having landed to realize I had been part / Having parted the late sky, partly Sky where I am delicate, I took A tumble through the night bloom / I took the night with me as I tumbled, Delicate with the infinite, Which swells from the tallest branch / Having grown swollen As low-hanging fruit, I tell Nadra, I couldn't help it— / The fresh heave of new breast Thick switch of hip: a group Of unnamed gifts is called a steal / She says, fruit you can reach is still Precious. Her name means rare: her lean Thins towards the unusual. / In Lagos, we name our girls Darling, Sincere, Precious, because A name is a stake in the grave / Having grieved and taken and taken On the way to Eros, Thanatos Having arrived late to my own bloom: Halve me like a walnut Pry the part of me that is hollow From the part that yields fruit. Copyright © 2019 Omotara James. Used with permission of the author. |
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