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October 8, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

D.M. Aderibigbe

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Pink

Because my father dips himself
into the vagina of a Swedish woman

and is never found again,
my mother's heart dies.

I follow her, a chick follows the hen
it sees when crawling out of a hatched egg.

My sister follows her like a goat with a rope
fastened around its neck. We follow

my mother into her new love. My sister,
seeing the clouds walk across the moon

from the window of her new fate
turns her face to me.

Her eyes, those of a woman
in labour of childbirth.

I stop pressing the pads                                                      
of an electronic bribe

the new man gave for my mother's
nightly noise. My sister walks

towards me; my sister's left hand
walks on my skinny cheek.

Oluwa mi oo, my sister's left
hand colours my mood into the pink

of her palms. The pink of her palms,
drenched with tears over the death

of our parents' love.

 

 

Out of Water

Dec 3. 2010


It was the sound
machines make
that tore
out of my grandmother's
mouth, when her dreams
grew flesh: her first daughter
became her ancestor.
The night
folded around her face;
she left to lie
in moon's palms by the road.
Her eyelash brut like leaves
in a Lagos
afternoon.
A woman walked
under my grandmother's feet,
wearing her children's
hands on her waist
like multiple belts--
her hands on their shoulders.
They walked
across my grandmother's
body: mother and children,
laughing and laughing.
My grandmother's eyes
on their back:
their bodies were made of water

 

 

image: Carabella Sands


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