Less of it


Less you
more me
These are the chords
i yearn to see
a conversation
curling beyond neck
Not an empty suitcase
Strewn out
In a room of
hecks
and choices
that sit like cotton buds
brillo pad heart
with no
cushioned love
Spoon full of medicine
sizzling with pain
spitting like cauldron
Me out
in the rain

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

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