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
