a boy stands as lost as a strand of pubic hair
found in the sponge of lovers
on a nuptial night
his story is a note locked in jaws
on this night, he becomes a river
jittered
gone
jittered
gone
like shadows on walls
Kwabena Agyare Yeboah lives and writes from Kumasi, Ghana. He blogs at www.mragyare.wordpress.com.
