Uche Nduka - A Different Call

Did you hear the marigold. dance
the marigold. cut the crap. i will
return to my neuroses.

Enough to summon. the right hand holds
a different story. ceaselessly you
direct your troubles to me for annointing.

I like the biblical cheese.
I love the clitoral Bible.
I didn't imagine you were like that.

But she who holds a waterpot
dreams are holes on the walls
of her country.

Uche Nduka

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