
Two Poems by Damilola Oyedeji
Woman — you’re in a rhombus of cuffing vines, surrendered to a chokehold, this is the maze-mold that forms you, you’re oblivious of getting away or a way. this is
Woman — you’re in a rhombus of cuffing vines, surrendered to a chokehold, this is the maze-mold that forms you, you’re oblivious of getting away or a way. this is