A broken glass, full of shame.
A happy people, messed and gay.
A new month of tortured bills.
A tight space, confined on barrels.
A comfort drink,
black and soft.
He knew he was broke
when she asked for time,
Thought she was thirsty
and needed to be fed.
The ego of a man is a problem all the same
To whining accomplices,
at 1824.
* * *
Nairobi, 1824
Jan 2020
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