Here, friend, the air is stale

History will clench your bare feet

to the eagle's beak

Here, mother is a moving prayer

& flesh is a fluxive grey where

up is down for down is sideways

Wade with the night into the thrums &

cast your legs at shore

Your sheer fabric of bones glittered & gilded

Sing your silent hymns with the skylark &

ride the echoes of pregnant hunger

for your hips are mouthful of sin

Glide/ gliding/ lure/ lure in those of weak flesh

You sunken city of adorcism

DIANA NNAEMEKA (she/her) is a queer Igbo writer from Nigeria who likes think of herself as a lover of worlds in bits. Her works are forthcoming in The Walled City Journal and Agbowó Magazine. She writes from Enugu.