the temperature of blood’s dynamics
pulsates inside, the morning light
somewhere over the Atlantic.
and one appointment early
the next day seems condensed
in sleepless futures,
always being a contraption
for pain.
touch it with your tongue,
it bursts. swallow the fever
of worry, focus on smiles,
but giddy laughter releases
the horror.
the clock ticks,
toilet water drips,
the agony of one more hour
sucked out of tomorrow
and when will you pay it back?
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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And mine is useless anyways..lol!!
love Tinka
Reindeer
etw