Inheritance

you have the eyes of a dead man, and i carry in my first name the spirit of a dead woman. my child will some day have my body, but maybe they too will carry the spirit of a dead woman with a tongue so heavy with her own language that she will fail to…

The Insides of My Mouth

i nurse fear at the back of my throat. it hums softly sometimes, almost as if to tease me. to remind me of its existence, to remind me why it’s there and who put it there. i want to break the fast of silence that has been holding onto my tongue. i want to run…

Brownie Points

It is the morning after,  You half naked and full of eyes, Look at me. Stare at me, And I avoid. My eyes  Purposely miss yours, As if we hadn’t spent the night Before looking into each other, Searching for each other. I think I saw too much  Of myself in you. Our hands became…

Dis-Tract-Ion

  I find myself in a town outside Dar es salaam, In a motel. Naked, Smoking a cigarette with a half empty bottle of gin. I remember exactly what happened here last night: Nothing. Maybe a bit of porn and masturbation. But apart from that, I’ve been trying to figure the math behind rain, And…

The Color Of Pain

My mother always wore her pain on her sleeves. Except on public holidays, When friends and family came over. On these days she wore them on her eyes, At the back of her sockets. And if you paid attention, during the saying of grace, or the passing round of food, it would creep up on…

Claiming

We meet once upon a time, not too long ago. In a train. In a womb. At the beginning, in motion. Your hands dance, my body moves, my eyes move across the boarders of your body. We dance, we meet, we play.   The art of building love often demands a foundation of trust. I…

Body Worshipping

When the morning is being flawless, And your words are being perfect. I will curl myself up into a ball and remind myself Of the countless flawless mornings that ended up in Tear washed mascara and chipped nails. I will remind myself of burning eggs on a stove you thought was too expensive for a…