I could not get ahold of life

By Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi

​So I write like the poems are not mine,
and I stare to see the world from your eyes,
a streetlight spotlighting winter and your palms
unsnowing the air into something softer.
And we smile into our hands, saying; look at us,
look at us here, growing only to wilt into time.

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​Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a writer, haikuist and Veterinary Medicine student from Nigeria. A Dylan Thomas shortlist finalist and Pushcart Nominee, he reads submissions at SeaGlass Literary and edits for Incognito Press. His works are published in Gone Lawn, Hooligan Magazine and more. He tweets from @tinybecomings