"tamarinds, cayenne, blue mosques, all hues of white smoke. what is non-black? the blue that sips under the tuareg’s skin, private tours of harems in underground marrakech. what’s a cat after all? divinity? indifference?"
—Clifton Gachagua
“your head heavy, your kikuyu unreadable, your love for my mother unknowable,
the ocean too far for me to fling this thing, this head, the river black and unmoving.
and all my friends will see the thing I carry — your head in a backpack —
the quiet homage to a friend who says, ‘I love you’. what does medusa dream of?
how is it that after your body there’s a field of nightmares?”