Fuck \/ Diacritics<\/b><\/p>\n
after Inua Ellams\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The florist, tiring of wilting its flowers,<\/span><\/p>\n burns the forests whole. It\u2019s spring again, & we pluck<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n our sisters\u2019 torsos from pikes like unripe avocadoes;<\/span><\/p>\n saplings shredded before blossoming. Another quad<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n of years, & I\u2019m fondling my voter\u2019s card, thinking<\/span><\/p>\n how were diacritics be fucked, Yoruba for back &<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n teeth & egg would share the word eyin. & lord, how<\/span><\/p>\n often are diacritics fucked. How often our govt &<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n homeland\u2013back & fang\u2013backbites, runs<\/span><\/p>\n its talons through our trust. Like eggs, an empty<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n