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You emerge from the mouth of a door. Singlehandedly.
Mother does the same, henceforth, beneath glittery stones,
Cold, spaced, rubbing munificence on hands. I tremble
Because the earth eats her and leaves us. Akure's madness
Sprawls like a mat maturing under interesting duresses.
Slaps performed by guilty hands.
Hands furthermore have us merge into the mouth of doors.
Hands reach us. Hands are good things.
Emmanuel Olabiyi is a student-artist that studies English Language and Literature at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. His works have appeared and are forthcoming at Lolwe, Ikike Arts, The Weganda Review, Herlore, Artisans Quill, etc. He is a budding novelist.
