[a letter i still haven’t seen]

they found themselves
on either side of a shout
through a bus window.

one writes, stay the night.
the other asks, am i a prostitute?

[three weeks]

one arrives on the other’s doorstep,
no winter jacket,
does not sit down in the other’s mother’s presence,
apologises.

[at the other’s prospective house]

one “we could make a home out of this”
the other “we?”
one “we.”

– oko e ti de

 

 

 

 

 

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