Tag: Rotimi Osiyoye
Arrival on the Last Day of August|Rotimi Osiyoye|Poetry
All afternoon, we swallow wine bottles, work our feet into tumbling, and don’t stop. We drop our books, sack our debts to look at our new sun: the supermarket we can visit by foot. We drive, carving the streets into smaller pieces, for memory. For the first time since birth, we stay out ’till it’s […]