‘A room at the top of the street / preserving his life in sunlight’
‘Damn, brother. You saw what they did to my face? / Poked out my eyes. Knocked teeth out of place’.
‘sometimes I need / the sound of something pulled up from the roots / and tossed aside’
‘A cloudless sky and I’m back / an ice-cold sky-blue rag / for my eyes’
‘my apartment is neither over / nor under the sidewalk, / but both at once’
‘What am I doing here more than looking – / which I would stop / only to help things through their vanishing’
Ellah Wakatama Allfrey remembers Binyavanga Wainaina.
‘It’s a simple truth that one can occupy two / places at one time while sitting in a chair—the same way a / poseable doll can be divided from her dress.’
‘When we’re close to weaning / ourselves history gives us its reasons / to return’
‘The Paying Guest rises in the middle of the night / to turn off the radio where no radio exists’
‘The hunter pushes a bullet beneath his tongue to fix his aim, / or is it to stave off his thirst?
‘a style says conviction in indifference / conviction in style’
‘I once had had a thought / About a thought I once had had.’
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