Poetry
Lady by Anthony Okpunor
Do you know how much wind bleeds before there is a tongue to call it rain?
Do you know how much wind bleeds before there is a tongue to call it rain?
Good bones, good / home—how tired you are, / and yet how you serve.
I found a bottle / of nail polish in the underbelly / of a bag from college.
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