Today's poem is by Saddiq Dzukogi
A Pond of Alcohol
I am tired of what my love
is doing to your bodySo many stitches later
two kids, each in your bellylike a new moon working
into meaningful whole.your anguish butterflies
in the palms I lost to prayersa moon takes your strength
c and forms, opening beer bottles,until my stomach turns a pond
of alcohol. I can pretend I am preand wrap my eyes in the grief
of a night that begets a moonthat says: look,
I'm so close to the seaI can touch myself in water
pain is that physical, I can touch itin the utter blue walls of regret
the sky says it is a faithful warriorlooking over the water, all the moons
have gone missinggrief is the stale food in my mouth.
the blind minstrel that sees through a pleatthe road to hurt a body.
lanes full of furyLike a burning village
the body is magnificent in its ash.
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