Poetry by D.M. Aderibigbe from our Summer 2017 issue.
When I open the window,
my grandma’s yard lightens the morning.
The other side of the window:
two chubby gods build their lives
with jollof rice and sparkling water.
A boy whose bones will rust in a few days
sitting alone, thinks and thinks—
hunger, such a righteous disease.
Hunger, such a righteous disease.
Sitting alone, thinks and thinks
a boy whose bones will rust in a few days.
With jollof rice and sparkling water
two chubby gods build their lives.
The other side of the window:
my grandma’s yard lightens the morning,
when I open the window.
Image: Cook, Howard. “Window Plants.” 1931. Wood engraving on paper. Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, D.C.
