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if your enemy thirsts, give him drink, says the preacher

so, when
aunty ramotu asked for a
glass of cold water to quench her
thirst, i added droplets of
sniper to taste

it’s beautiful how she sits still like
a piece of oil art–lifeless–incapable
of trapping me, again, in-between
warm thighs while family sleeps

if your enemy thirsts, give him
drink, says the preacher. nobody
said it must be pure water

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