the only word I know in Nigerian
is the rhythm of the heartbeat
the language of her skill
remains incomplete
how she undoes me, I do not know
perhaps it is the wit she webs
I am her careful cricket brought down
the measure of her charm ebbs
into a dal segno al fine crown
how she undoes me, I do not know
yet this careful ostinato trills
how undone
I am.
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