Activities of Abraham Onoja

I can' t wrap my
head on how
I was a present
to him
...

As they say
the tree remembers
what the axe
forgets
...

it's raining tongues
like the day of Pentecost.

The soot of crime
...

A death in life.
Whose hand can
touch her through
...

Where is it safe to be female?

In temples?
no
...

How much of me is me and how much hers? I am accentuated by shadows for the wrong reasons.
Memory: sting tail painting a monochrome future. I drown in body prints that wash over me ceaselessly.
So much of what is left isn't mine. Walked out of myself long ago, leaving a ghost town. No man believes
a man who wasn't man enough. Nerve and sperm cells are by no mistake identical - a man' s true north
...

Who cares? It's just one inmate screwing another

the jailed can't be jailed
so we are left to their
...