Your hands have frozen into your skin,
your breath is cigarette,
a letter to a place almost forgotten.
You are there where water kisses earth,
you remember Zaria with its sweet things
& drought that holds a head to Harmattan for teeth gnashing.
Neon lights ship soft feeling as you sit on air.
The ferry comes late shrouded in the clouds.
The night is encrusted on the wall of time,
written on faces that buy into future.
Lovers beside you bring thoughts of a distance called home.
You still feel cold from the fire burning in your throat,
but your mind has travelled to bury you
in the ecstasy of the water against your feet.
Oladeji Mayowa Oluwasegun writes plays and poems from Zaria in Northern Nigeria, and has self-published a poetry collection titled 'Bleeding Moon' in 2019. He has been published by the Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine, Nantygreens, and other platforms.
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