she called me hers
She called me her creation
that I was made on the 8th day
when lovers resile
that I was made with the broken bones of her
That I came out unclean
She called me Thrust
That I was broken with her uncle’s thumb
‘Dalu!, no don’t scream i will be gentle, is only one finger...
it won’t hurt
She said i smelled like incest
tom and jerry, playing in the parlor
what was the game again? “Mommy and Daddy!“
but this time mommy did not want and daddy didn’t care.
She called me love
the type that excavates you
and leaves you feeling like a dead body
she told me dead bodies sing at night
to themselves, that their colors are tucked
into the rhythm the long to speak.
she called me Hers
That I was mother’s curse tucked in between the welts lashed at her back by men who deep fried bodies till the become chips
About the Author
Ugorji Ebube Emmanuel is a lover of all things beautiful