Stephen

Perfect skin, llama-like

neck and teeth and long face,

no chin, smiles like a dignitary,

he drinks for the laughs.

 

Africa got stuck

under his white nails

last summer, so

he wants to wake

every next morning

grasping black flesh

of perfect soil in

his hands and

feeling it pull back.

 

He reaches, arks his arms high;

The air stretches to accommodate.

Kenya cups her hands

to receive him,

poured out.

Thirst is at both ends.

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