those who leave in white dresses – A Poem by Olúwádáre Pópóọla w/ an image by Robert Frede Kenter

those who leave in white dresses

as if the world held its eye a secret          the hand shrinks
muscle memory shimmering raw
with teeth stitched to bones in their most honest sin         masked in scrub of gore
& her body becomes keys                    silent enough as a story of custody
of an edible history                   a stillness that betrays her

a grain for a bloodied door of dust            potted for eyes

she is bride of fire           lure of waste
how completeness is a way to unnerve
a sky eating it’s tragedy clean off worn eyelashes
a girl again         going untold
mapping            road within whirlpool-slack of tongue
a drunk bird slouched         with the righteous scent of blame

in one hand            men are gelid reserves
a calligraphy of unmarked blood

in another hand               gorgeous knives grew into a garden of boys
peeling into a fracture of white dresses
& like the stranger she      builds a hole against the back of memory
scratches body in earth     in shape of wholly lived abandon

for air quietly craving walls         & a stillborn brain
how well         how very well she handles her own absence

Olúwádáre Pópóọla is a Nigerian poet, a student of Microbiology and a Sports Writer for a media company. He writes from a city named by a rock and longs to see the world without discrimination of any form. Learning the art of imagery, his poems are up/forthcoming on Glass Poetry, The SHORE, Barren Magazine, Kissing Dynamite, Mineral Lit. Magazine, Feral, Roadrunner Review, Lumiere Review, Cypress Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. He is a best of the net nominee. He can be reached on Twitter @Kunmi_sher

Banner: The Frozen Rose, a digital image by Robert Frede Kenter. Tweets: @frede_kenter

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