STORY INSCRIBED ON JULY 13
“not every story has a beginning
some are told in the dark,
some begin at the end of our lives
& some end at the beginning of pains”
there's a glue that has a name—July 13
strong enough to glue a diving eagle to the sky
i hop on Sleepless memories outside my body
to watch the sun swims in the ocean
i write epitaph too
i stand in & watch life through my window bar too
as he bird hunts fireflies to lit up his hatchling intestines
i, an artist,
next to canvas with beautiful painting in mind & Sleepless pain on palette
i stand alone in his footsteps to watch the sunset
as a man laughs in his children's names, i imagine my father's face like a country buried under my tongue
then go home with digested depression in my belly.
Copyright © Benyeakeh Miapeh | Year Posted 2024
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