‘i feel good like a person / holding flowers on a train / feels dumb’
we are seen by the world / what must be seen
‘oh dirty feet blood-clotter / oh grease monkey clod-hopper / oh cloud-devourer spit’
‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.
‘we are born / to a siren and the wail of each other’
From This End of Sadness
‘I did not understand / the code that held / me to the world.’
‘I am asking in case it happens, / because anything can and even does.’
‘I don’t want / to be a figure others lean their names into’
‘You divide space you think time occupies, not motion itself.’
‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I was afraid / of missing a phone call.’
A Memory Palace for Brothers Who Flew Just Close Enough to the Sun & Created the Storm
Ellah Wakatama Allfrey remembers Binyavanga Wainaina.
‘Just look at those nasty trees flaunt / their leaves, each one a tra-la-la.’