Fisayo Adeyeye
Call him Ishmael. Tell him a black body is not
a white whale, and see if he believes you.

You can neglect this one until it grows. Chinese
Evergreen. Pothos on the roof. How the Boy spit out

all the coins he swallowed, so the boatman
wouldn't get them. Tell him it's the busman here.

Tell him your phones won't work, this far into
the field. How over there in the burnt succulent

patch, a black man sat and drank water until
he died, clawed fingers hooked in his too-thin bird

chest. Tell him a black body is not a white whale.
Tell him. And see if he believes you.
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