Latif Askia Ba
I am overlapping. I am over it.
Like the moon I have been
I can see my face shimmering
against your stomach. My antistrophe
is a clay pot. My antistrophe is a black mare.
You adjust me.
It’s been a pleasure. I talk to myself
clapping out the syllables. Hello moon hello
moon. Hello. I’ll board a plane
and sit there for hours
looking directly into your patchwork.
This is my face. Here are my eyes.