Matter Is Anything That Has Weight
which is to say:
before a thing blossoms
into a durable memory
it must've traveled deep inside a body
and occupied an essential space
in its center
when we lose a thing
closed to the heart
we collapsed
when you slipped out of my hand
i became a roadside flower
always drenched in dust
and regrets and ache and tears
i became a boy slowly corroded by grief
i became a wall that's come in touch with a bomb
before a thing blossoms
into a durable memory
it must've traveled deep inside a body
and occupied an essential space
in its center
when we lose a thing
closed to the heart
we collapsed
when you slipped out of my hand
i became a roadside flower
always drenched in dust
and regrets and ache and tears
i became a boy slowly corroded by grief
i became a wall that's come in touch with a bomb
BIO:
Ayouba Toure writes from Paynesville, Liberia. He studies civil engineering student at University of Liberia, and has work published (or forthcoming) on Afritondo, Praxis Magazine, Olongo Africa and elsewhere. He tweets @abuoyaeruot
Ayouba Toure writes from Paynesville, Liberia. He studies civil engineering student at University of Liberia, and has work published (or forthcoming) on Afritondo, Praxis Magazine, Olongo Africa and elsewhere. He tweets @abuoyaeruot