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Today's poem is by Lola Shoneyin. I became familiar with her work last year when I read her novel The Secret Lives of Baba Segi's Wives (which was an excellent novel).
Enjoy and Have a Happy Saturday
With Love and Light,
-T. Amour
She is a vagrant poem,
a cautionary tale,
an old story,
an open book.
Her belly opens and pages fly from it.
Words fall to feet,
letters flood the floor,
questions mark her steps.
Like Sylvia,
she straddles,
and stumbles.
Who will put her back together again?
What will bind her and bring her to a close?
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