rain’s disciple
unable and
unjust
God’s
favorite / tears
another
plush
figure
so still
fucked up in the woods still
honeybees at my door
shy over blooming
come to knock
someone else
arrested
by a long since
steeping
wisteria
translation for figure
knowing
pain
someone else
puts a bench
by the bus stop.
every so often
hand hold sadness
vehicle(s) despair,
yet I am the spur
on a helicopter seed
I wear street fragrances
to go hang out on a limb
I am nothing plenty
enough
until
Saturday
my beauty will protect me
It will protect you
if you
let it
when I leave
there will be
no
bystanders
you will have
an idea
~~
Pelumi Sholagbade is a first-gen Yoruba & American writer and artist from Maryland, currently based in Virginia. You can find more of their writing on Substack under the name please be normal.
