When a poem does not have hands a poet cuts pieces of her flesh to give it limbs and wings as long as she's the only one bleeding the world may never know her hurt. A mug does not say what it carries but it envies the wine glass for being honest and will not hear it say cover me and keep this alcoholic sober for one more day. When the head starts to mock the legs for being slow it asks it what it means to be carried by the neck. Only a pot knows how it convinces the fish to dress differently in water and oil. A bachelor laughing at a married man's woes forgets how cold reaches for his soul at midnight. In today's news, an amputee explains death better than the dead. A barren woman sits and prays for the sun to go down into her stomach and lend her what to bear at dawn. A poem picks up misery as a relic and places it in the hand of the reader, formless. Still, many afflictions lie unattended. The first time you dream of your parent's death, the children of an evil woman sets up fire camps in your stomach. When you wake you slowly drop your heart on the shelf, you are still a poet and this is not your first nightmare. In your first nightmare, you died of love, warmth, and laughter.
Ifunanya Georgia Ezeano is an Igbo, Nigerian writer, poet, and editor. She holds a BSc in Psychology. She has her works published in journals and lit mags in many places. She is the head editor for Writers Space Africa Virtual/Video Poetry. She was the pioneer leader of Poets in Nigeria, at the University of Nigeria Nsukka. She is the current moderator for PIN 10-day poetry. She is the author of the poetry collection; Naked and Thorns & Petals (on Amazon) and she has other unpublished works. She has a Gazelle (Droplets) on the Konya Shamsrumi Review Gazelle series. She is a two-time nominee for the British Loft Prize for flash fiction. She recently received the Sparks Poetry Award honorary mention from Memorial University, Newfoundland, Canada. Tweets @ Nanya_georgia.
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