We read the sticky notes on her wall today,
“What separation technique is used
To separate pain from life?”
“How does a fish who lost its gills survive?
Does it befriend the tides or surrender to
The fangs of the waters?”
“As a man releases sperms and knows not
Which will fertilize his wife’s ovum, a writer
knows not which piece will fertile his egg
Of fame or fortune. For some, it is their first,
Others, their last- a suicide note”
“Why is my body home to flames, to fire
And everything hot?”
“There’s a difference between light and fire.
[One is a gentle glow while the other is a
Wildling, clawed and undomesticated]”
“If a woman’s body be burgled, who’ll fix
The broken window without mocking her?
I think it’s better to lube the hinges with tears
And take sides with silence, it mocks no one.”
Claire’s body was a house on fire,
No flame, no smoke,
She never tried to call the firemen,
We only woke up one morning
And saw that our friend had become
A bag of ashes.
One Poem By Olowo Qudus
A Poem By Thadeus Emmanuel
Why is my body home to flames….
What I wanted to say is this… Thank you for this piece. A friend shared your work on Facebook.
‘….take sides with silence, it hurt no one…’.
This part… yet to get through with it.