Uche Nduka

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6.

light a poem and smoke it.

virtue is the last of my worries.

the lovely stains of evening

beyond the scabbard.

give her wheels a mobile salutation.

i am euphoric among impure lines.

breath, nighttrail, matrix.

your lap ajar, will you do it with

me, where no spirit remains still.

discomfiture is my music. will you

do it with me,when partition sets

in,if not for these lips if not

for free will, the cadmiums won’t

leave, did you see her climbing

the chimney, leave the radiator alone, go

answer the door, i will put a bed

in the study.bare feet the uses

of light we flirt with,

fifth ration, days swollen with parting


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