it surprises no one that i disappeared
i have been the space between lines,
a face in the crowd, a crack on peeling paint,
he knows that to gradually disappear, she only needs to love
an empty heart.
so, if i disappear
ask your waters to empty the bodies they have swallowed
into lakes, poison your rivers with the disappearing acts of yesterday. (we used to play brikicho next to Wa Maina’s kibanda waiting for ndurus from neighbours whose wives’ scars tell the lies of slippery stairs, the morning after).
cry for your children
i was always going to,
in the end.