A Time for You & A Time for ME A letter drops behind your door. Now you bend down & pick it up. Now you rip it open. You sit down crunching crisps, move your jaws up & down. You read what is inside. You're calm, heavy with mood. There is a dimple on your cheek. I watch you hold it in your hands. The way your eyes lazy about, take focus at the dog that folds herself by the table. Emmanuel Jakpa |
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