Repeat Ourselves

 Let's try it again

You know, throw ourselves

Into that we both fear.

Armed with the knowledge of our doom

Nne

Nkonye she calls me;

Possessively owning me.

Placing powdery lips on my forehead

I push our chests closer together

As I wrap my arms around a skin of tyre.

My mother of two generations ago.

Divorce

Last night my mother called;

"I have left your father" she said.

In that instant my fragile life cracked

But her voice stronger than never