Kindly ask me for more
time, forgiveness, distance
to what audience is this directed
Mr. Kwame of the inevitable hard luck in Nigeria
a black man waiting for my impossible return to his bed
the current set of lives so dependent on my own
or an unimagined future other
Myself, reincarnated, unfurled, nearing the final insignificance
each asking me for more-
weighing me down with their psychological proximity
i erase you all with piercing prose and start a new page.
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