two gods kissing & a portrait of Sango's angerBy Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
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i blindfold myself & hold your anger against the sky
let your mouth be a pillar of ash, a brothel of flames dying midway along a throat of vapour, obatala at the feet of a river, calling bodies to drown before ghosts. that way, a god asks for a body laid the way a coin faces the sky & they sing of wetness, lips turning like fishes the road opens aganju fucks obatala behind a barn & a boy falls from the sky sango thinks of history as a lover drowning in a river as the making of fire the god of thunder rages like storms before the beginning of rain. Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a documentary photographer and poet from Nigeria. He is an Assistant Editor at Animal Heart Press and a Contributing Editor at Barren Magazine; he writes on loss, boy child abuse, and absence. His works have been featured in Gaze, Mojave Heart, Glass Poetry, Honey & Lime Lit, Geometry, Agbowo Art and elsewhere. He is the runner-up for the Sehvage Poetry Prize, 2019.
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