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In Lagos, Goa, Milan
In Lagos, Goa, Milan there are photos of you on otherwise barren nightstands. Such pretentious exile. Come home now my haunted refugee.
Read moreBreakfast: Last Night
I warm the hot chocolate between my thighs and look out on to the Thames as we pull closer to Borough Market. Last night hangs between us as the sun, like an excited toddler, scribbles orange on the river’s calm surface. Abbey Lincoln sings: And it’s supposed to be love. We pretend we have no [...]
Read moreAt the Statue of Liberty
At the Statue of Liberty pining for the Eiffel Tower. Non, je ne regrette rien. I seize that. The cracks were too wide, your bed so crowded.
Read moreBut can I buy plantains?
But can I buy plantains? She asks. This fruit for her is Nigeria and these outskirts fail. We drive back to our flat in London, houseless.
Read moreGive me Kiev again.
Give me Kiev again. 1953 on the Left Bank, summer spilt on the river & the air, so clean, so heavily new with your voice close to my ear.
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