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Suddenly, I Need One Thing Constant
By Ekere Tallie
Poets should just
bring poetry
blank books and pens
passports and visas
and something rooted
something rooted
for the lives we will
eventually want
not the imitations of
our mentors stumblings
the ancient lovers never loved
upheaval following us like
stubborn
ghosts
poets should bring something
rooted
II.
Wherever I go
I drag my mistakes
and my memory of the mistakes
of others.
Wherever I go
I have to tell my stories
of crashings and rantings
and passion and laughing of
praying
of living and forgetting how to
breathe
wherever I go
I start again:
a woman hates me
a man loves me
I meet people
I write
then I wonder, what is that far
off sound
that call from another side of the
ocean
what’s the name of that place
what language do they speak
how much does it cost to get there
and then I’m gone
leaving behind everything I wished
for
making another list
III.
Stay with me.
Wherever I go
I want you * * *
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