Padmore Agbemabiese Poet Prose Poetry

Now I'M the One Who Must Go

after all these I’m the one who must leave
I’m the one who must find the door 
after your howling gales

after turning this heart into a mudroom cluttered 
with scratchy bites I’m the one who must go  
with nothing—with only my pajamas on

the judge says for the sake of the children 
I’m the one who must leave from my many years 
of labor live in a frozen car like one facing expulsion 
and with a heart muffled and breath stabbed I must leave
like nature rips apart the moon from the sun and night 
from day as if to wave off stiff icy mitts and look forward 
to spring when you can’t fold winter under your armpit

now I’m the one who must leave 
from everything, since everything
remains a testimony of how dangerous I could be

is it true that when love begins to sicken 
it speaks in many tongues for the judge to believe
and the people around become lunatics with crab heads

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