Poetry Suite by David Ishaya Osu
“the neweden – we
all carry
in our minds”
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Wedding night
on her wedding night
she rejected
her adam's
apple--give me
a blue
blanket
and leave
the window open,
she said: the tempo
of a horny
moon
ready to burn
a pink stone: the cry
of an angel
to be silenced
by a dew drink
the age
of sex
new
as saliva
washing hunger
away from a cobra's
fangs
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Mammiwata Bay
(For Unoma)
she walks out of silence.
and talks to her tail.
and all the silhouettes
in need
of a yolk
surrounding:
a lake is
the neweden – we
all carry
in our minds
a city
stuck in a
trance
– in the last mirror
left is a rain
bow, a
day not a breeze
can carry on its
wings
on and on and on
via the v-office. she walks
back to
our thinking
on the secrets of
a waterskin
that cannot stay in pictures
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Six-D
blue blouse a
twin of
my youth
everywhere
in the photography
of gardens
in six-D: the
mind is
a mortuary, the lady
said
as she broke
her bedroom
windows
wide enough
for a butterfly
to pass and for
the eyes
of boys to pass – I am
the cake
everyone outside
the oven
is waiting for
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Vice versa
a window revises
light & vice
versa—all
the pictures
say shift
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22
a street the same
as your fear,
where else does
a runaway
live if not in
a bubble
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Header image courtesy of Matty Byloos.