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Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah Poem
The clinic feels like Alcatraz.
There’s no escape in this love.
I feel a growing sense of alarm
when you don’t return that night.
The doctor decides to sound calm
& I’m coerced into negotiating a settlement.
Copyright © Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah | Year Posted 2025
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Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah Poem
in the form of the readymade, now occupies a place in the void, you look at the size of this dewdrop & remember Andy Warhol, who was the first to begin this session in Tate Britain
Copyright © Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah | Year Posted 2025
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