You look so pretty today,
like an undeniable, undenied happiness,
& the power-play,
the night before the
last we spent together,
was predictably pleasurable,
releasing the most molecular
of myself into the wide, culpable
fauces leading down into the warmth
of your core-
-this was the day I found myself
face to face with a woman I suddenly
didn’t want nor wanted to be wanted,
if snakes were perpetually made in
the image of you,
they’d strike relentlessly,
unprovoked,
the friends you’ve scattered
like the plagues of old,
have returned, reconciled in our
confederacy;
the isolation,
the biome exceptional for
conjuring slaves,
has grown dense & rich
oasis-
-now you can go,
& as you go, you should
know your power-play has
played itself into predictability
now serpents made in your
image can be exiled from this place
in me,
or stand petulant to be
cut down to extinction-
-from [UnderStudies]
Poem by Dontrell Lovet't
Photography by Nosmot Gbadamosi
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