By Njikonye Charles
God, I see
what you do for other angels—
once [not too long ago]….
— Flourish Joshua
my eyes— nuzzle around a tree to bend into
its fine leaves. the longing presses/ my cheeks wet.
i triangle my hands to pray;
sanctify me/ holy oil onto vituperate metal. here's limbs--
spear them into fertile soil. i sprout, fig— o divine fig
tree— sheen bound by heavenly buss. i swear—
i yearn to outlive the destiny mama's impaired hands crafted me.
shoot my voice into the air & a bridge to my newer fate,
it gathers back. God, i dreamt you boxing boons to miracle the longing.
i pray mine arrives in an alleyway to heaven. i'll ride stars to
the heavens— pour my wounds at the feet of the throne.
Lord, take my bruises & make a phantom of it//
& earth, please act accordingly.
Njikonye Charles Nnamdi (he/him) writes stories, poems, and blog posts. He enjoys watching films, reading, and doing internet research. His works have appeared in Eremite Poetry, NantyGreens, Last Girls Club Magazine, and others.
He aspires to be a medical doctor. He has interests in climate change, entrepreneurship, and technology.