we would break the sky and welcome rain, we would break mama’s heart & sweep her tears into fire. we would break a scythe & pick up flowers. we would tuck our bodies into a mirror, we would hide our desolation in right angles & hold the sunset in our eyes, carrying its brokenness to the reflection of our body, & we will find joy at that adornment at a festival, in the scattering of our bodies, the shattering of glass, wielding it into exile like a desert cactus before snuffing glamour away from the cloning.
Olúwádáre Pópóọla is a poet or so he thinks, a student of Microbiology and a Sports Writer for a media company. He writes from a city by the rocks and longs to see the world without discrimination of any form. He is learning how images are made from words and his poems are up/forthcoming on Mineral Lit Mag, Headline Poetry & Press, Feral: A Journal of Poetry & Art, and ang(st)zine.