Moths & Origami Children
by Ojo Taiye
published in Whale Road Review, Winter 2018
i taste my mother’s sicknessin my mouth & analyzethe spittle: (grief lies foldedin a woman’s hand)what we’ve left behindcan be disturbing can i touch your throat?a pile of daylight composedof many meaningsnames emerge from the centreof each thing love. butterfly fields of daisies. mother blood. moths are burning mid-flight &...
Published on June 15, 2022 06:05