resurrection body
when the sun sinks, the world rises on my tongue
like a conjurer, i let memory find its way to the river
watch her dip her soft toes and her smoky dress
watch her fill her pores with lucky bones – the dense & the dizzying
in this space, childhood is defined thus:
the lethargic silence of nuts before the arrival of squirrels
day old spiderlings on their rocking-cribs before the waves
and the kicking
if i were a plume, i will fruit
if a spread of greenery, i will let the children lead their dreams through
my pasture, run me into a rollercoaster
i will be their loose earth and sandy beach
i will be their spinning wheels, their ginger bread house
sand man in place of snow
but here the body is a hill of crumbling earth
memory pins it's badge on ash
on this burnt out wood
here growing old is like a tooth
sinking all the way back into the gum
into this fleshy earth – my origin
- Chibuihe Obi 2018
Chibuihe Obi, the co-founder of Kabaka Magazine is a fellow of the Ebedi International Writers Residency. His writings have been published or forthcoming in Brittle Paper, Expound Magazine, Praxis, Kalahari Review, 14: an Anthology of Queer Art, Mounting the Moon, etc. He is the winner of Brittle Paper Award, The Babishai Niwe Haiku Prize, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His is currently on the Gerald Kraak Award shortlist
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