A Love Poem, A Suicide Note
I want to believe that trees
tremble in the wind.
The wind they breathe, shakes and
bow their leaves too.
The tree stands rooted.
The wind is free,
& blows it’s lover with fervor.
Loving you is like that.
you asked me to breathe,
while blowing in my face.
i tried to swallow,
the poison, dark and tart
stings my throat.
my sweaty palm opens,
Y O U V D E L O I
Faith: An Ode
– after Jeremy Karn
I want to sleep
in every one of your dark shades.
I am a pilgrim
A city where I rest.
I’ve walked deserts in thirst
with your name in the cracks of my lips.
i will pray like this:
Love, Faith, Love, Faith, Love, Faith
until your heart undresses me
of my travelers robe
and lead to the path of our god.
In This Poem I’m Not Depressed
so i wear my sister’s skin
and groove to Khalid on the stereo
sliding on the floor, heaving lazy breaths.
since I killed a flower near my window
simply by breathing,
i’ve been playing doctor on arts.
i break my body into dance routines
choreographed by grief.
i one-step into silence with my tongue
mother have taught me well.
i dance to songs composed in thunder
for deaf-blind audiences
at midnight, i nail my feet to the ground
and stop my breath
& watch the flowers breathe
About the author
Abunic Sherif II is a young Liberian writer, environmentalist, and poet.
His works have been featured on eboquills, Praxis Magazine, The Ducor Review and elsewhere.