i understand how
clocks work with
bodies; my
sister
would tear her thigh with razors
& force orange juice
inside.
i like to watch them
heal
for her to cut them
again.
∼
in my house,
we threw things we wanted:
my mother her left leg.
∼
my father’s body was simple,
it had a lack my body carried into
water. He once said angels
are bright brown amplifications
of
broken
selves.
Victor Ugwu was born in 1996 in Onitsha but lives in Minna, both in Nigeria. He is the author of Rhythms, a collection of poems (Polarsphere, 2016). He writes, cooks, and he is a profound lover.
