A Poem by Ayomide ‘Wes Oriolowo
If you look closely in my mouth
You will see flowers
Come closer, look closely,
They are dead. Dig your hand in my throat
Find my voice / this might be me calling for help /
Careful – you are there for me
Don’t lose yourself. It might seem
You might like it there
That’s fine. I do too / sometimes. /
Death is just another way of breathing / when you are broken
You can fit in new spaces. / Tell me something,
Don’t you feel it on your tongue when we kiss?
That taste of dark soil
Do you spit it out?
That’s fine; I do too / sometimes. /
Now you see why I don’t wear clothes
Why I tend to be found
Only in dark corners
What is the power of the Sun
on a darkness
That only houses itself
in the body.