by Rachel Coyne
Dear Editor
When I wrote to you that home is
Where my heart calls there It wasn’t to tell you
That I am lost out here You don’t need to
Know that poems are a shelter for my lonely spirit
From the storm of voices that claim to be the real me
Or that I cry in the rain with the pen my mother
Handed over to me cause it’s comforting My thoughts
Don’t run out of ink and it’s depressing in my chest.
Have you been to my century? It’s hard to be full of something.
Especially love You don’t know your cousins
Your grandma is no superhero Though she has wings
Or so am told Dad is always late like December
Exhausted like the last day of the year
Home tastes like rain but I am still here.
Olamilekan Yusuf is an emerging poet who is also an undergraduate in the university of ilorin, Nigeria where he pursues a degree in Biochemistry. Some of his poems has featured in certain magazines and anthologies such as eboquils, blackmoonmagazine, hooghlyreview, culturecult, and elsewhere. He believes in the power of anything written and tweets @Favourite_Lami.
Rachel Coyne is a writer and painter from Lindstrom MN. Her books include Whiskey Heart and The Patron Saint of Lost Comfort Lake.