NKEM

The last time I saw Nkem,

His tongue was in my mouth

It moved in ways that echoed things

Our lips would never make into words

The things we weren’t allowed to do

But we did

We did everything but spoke of nothing

We had conversations with our bodies

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We all think we are living, don’t we?

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