Blood, Bone & Feathers

by Ojo Taiye

mother—there is so much that goes on here without you. yesterday, i wake to press out what is left of the year into flour & water. being in this world makes me feel like a time traveler. sometimes the universe aligns perfectly & i try to find comfort in small things: the kindness of donkeys & windows. isn’t it okay to write the night is filled with every flight & fall at once? & how everything alive becomes a landscape. give me a plum tree. memory is overrated.

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May 15th, 2019

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