i sleep next to a window - slightly above berber
listening to chinua achebe snore in my ear
staring at the moon wishing to teach the world of yemaja
make public her many pregnancies but no hospital visits
there will be no more levees to break
or waters to drink
i've lost my imagination in one of the cold months
and i'm losing myself next to this window
and chinua achebe only seems to get louder and louder
-me
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