Maclawrence Famuyiwa Poet Narrative

Tonight Will Soon Be Over

This is the second of a trilogy that started as "The Frozen Sun" and concluded as "The Sober Dawn".
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Our shoes were worn without legs,
or so our drunkenness made us believe.
Amid the ruins, we searched for our feet.

If not for a kind gentleman
who helped us find our legs in our shoes,
we’d have woken to a hangover,
convinced our shoes had danced without us.

But in truth,
we were the ones who danced—
wearing different shoes:
my right shoe on his left foot,
his left shoe on my right—
as we stumbled into each other’s steps.

Funny how drunkenness remakes people—
how someone can wear a size 36
on a size 42 leg and vice versa,
still out there searching for shoes
outside their own feet—
and swear it all makes sense.

I looked around,
wondering how my new catch
grew a beard so suddenly,
his eyes sparkling
with stars flashing from his pupils.

I tried to walk, but
the ground kept rising,
till I fell flat on my tummy—
spilling drinks, bruising my belly.

The blood that flowed
brewed like beer with whitish foam.
My solace: tonight will soon be over,
to birth me a sober day.
But I doubt I’ll yield my teetotaller plea.

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