By Ebuka Evans
lord knows, like a child banished afresh from womb, my lips long for the flower of a lover’s nipples. lord knows i do not intend to take from another’s to fill mine but i am a hollow log rolling in the woods waiting to be stopped. lord knows no one can stop me; i’ve carved a punctuation on my wrist; I’m the broken part of life. lord knows, I am a desert with cactuses fucking vast nothingness and my tongue longs for dew. lord knows i need an oasis, an open ground to drown myself. lord knows my feet is stained with ashy dust and they cannot walk a clean path. lord knows i was born on a sunday longing for milk but i learnt to get my honey from stings. lord knows sweet things don’t last, lord knows i am too sweet for this chaos he cast me into.
BIO:
Ebuka Evans is a Nigerian-born poet. You can find his work on Third Coast, Roadrunner Review, MacGuffin, 20.35 Africa, and elsewhere.