Some say he cast a spell over her.

Mo like a shadow/ blotting out pieces

that used to define/project

her her-ness/

Say he put her up to thangs/

naw/ he stole chunks of her

carelessly misplacing essence/

They say love is blind/ but

she sees only him/ is

love also deaf/?/ she can’t

hear herself anymore/when

she speaks/ his thoughts fill a room/

We are holding an exorcism/

before she completely disappears.


About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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