lost tongue & sternum. my dreams
drifted off away into distant nebulae
into lungs of a tether or a lover.
i scaled a cheese grater fence for 10 years
shaved bloodied skin off chest and breast
yanked intestines parallel to spine
painted my torso in wild styled frills:
eyes on the other side
the eyes of completed journeys of different kinds
congregated to sanction the shredding of
an_ti_ci_pa_tion* deferment, fermentation, shunter
can you see them? on the porch?
yeah, but they don’t wave
its almost time
guided and misguided
like the broken acrylic nail in her palm;
she’s precious and useless.
let’s go say ‘hi’
Chebet Fataba writes and has been published in Burning House Press and on the youth-led African feminist network As Equals Africa. You can find her stories on djembequest.wordpress.com
Photograph is from performance by Leif Holmstrand. More info here: https://www.leifholmstrand.se/leif_holmstrand.html