( _after Jesus wept by Sia_)
i grew up learning to cut my skin
into small toilet papers
that ma didn't like.
she said I cut
than I do when crossing my legs into an
to stare into my window—
wanting not to see god wear a
green white crop top & a black bum
or in an orange bikini.
heals me—i see my reflections on god's
legs scattering into holy days,
like this explains
why the last man lubricated his organ
with red wine before going home.
ma knows how to count men
when she looks inside my eyes,
like I am some inheritance of their misplaced selves.
new men carry me like coins from the mouth of fish
to pay tax.
i carry my body into the lord's prayer
to spell home from jesus'
voice. taking the song,
the sentences into my legs.
Victor Ugwu (22) was born in Onitsha but lives in Minna, Nigeria. His works have been published both online and in print at several journals such as: Eureka Street, Brittlepaper, Praxis, Prachya and Elsewhere.