manual of becoming
your forehead a smokescreen of curiosity /
vermillion full of questions /
this poem a manual /
making up my own religion / stringnzm /
cherry blossoms lose their flowers /
in the tender dance of growing /
from a distance heaven /
butterflies flutter & watch me play like string orchestra /
my mother perches on a subatomic chair /
with her òfii fabrics / her eyes / multicolor of orisons /
her smile / areola of things meant to blossom /
a woman perambulates /
a child clinging on her back /
as hope to her vertebral column /
she asks for a seat /
dad will not farm dissatisfaction this time /
some little boys in their teen /
vault over fences & blame a conductor for holding their change /
sun sets like bruise fading into night /
we watch grandmas stroll with their àpótí & àtùpà /
dust settles an eye level away /
like unspoken prayers in believer's chest waiting for amin /
police wallet
the song darting over the lawn /
wave their hands & /
pretend to have left /
a couple sit / so close
that it's hard for ant to butt in /
meek everywhere /
sign of angels among us /
i perform ablution /
inwardly /
i weave constellation into my hairs /
braiding stories incognito /
grievances are first
shapes i could mold with just a string /
the left curve of the string /
a memory held against the sky
of concealment /
the horizontal line in the left corner /
a garden / big enough to bivouac a little girl/
and her oversized griefs /
the horizontal line of the right corner /
depicts / her mother's prayers/
open up like delicate flowers /
searching for the first rays of dawn /
the right curve of the string /
are open wounds that do not paint a man of pride /
from the upper tooth of the first string /
the samaras in the mountain of sanctuary /
like gardens harboring hidden blades /
towards her mother/in the mouth of war /
the lower tooth of the string / returns her to her mother's bequest /
as though to say / child / never be cowered /
eventually dawn arrives / follows winter's breath /
follows flowers that sprout her mother's bequest /
from her chest /
and make them a survival wing
that reaches for starlight/
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