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The Days of Yell-low by Abiodun Salako

  Monday claws out of me like a rabbit With nut belly and hopping suffixes: These vanishing tiny goblins with the Skin of urine, weaken, curse, weaken Vein by vein erupting and shrieking Tuesday is frozen yoghurt like Lila’s Fibroid scooped with a spoon of cartilage, A full moon for howling, for begging my bones Leave me or soften like…

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