You were devoured by
your rage today,
the moment you asked
for a couple of spoons,
to stir your tea and
to eat the mousse.
And when I brought you
nothing
you furrowed your brows.
Then I said
"We could make up the couple,
and spoon"
and Africa,
you almost,
almost
spilled the tea
on my shoes.
YOU ARE READING
I named her Africa #Wattys2015
PoésieI didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________...
