by Damilola Omotoyinbo
(with a line from everything, everywhere, all at once)
watch me bend a mirror around your face,
I promise, you won’t see things
behind you — a finger pointing. different
worlds blended into one. a voice beckoning.
but now, you won’t even listen
to your heartbeat.
this is not about a saviour hanging
on a cross, a man singing his dead
wishes to life, or a woman naming
her emptiness. think,
you searched for yourself as if peering
into a keyhole, into the eye of a needle.
something to remind you of yourself.
every new discovery, a reminder
to keep digging the gaff
for more answers — for God.
many years you trimmed yourself
to fit the little space etched by your mind.
tell me what you are going to do now,
you just tore the veil.
