Kòfó
-Alfred Olaiya innocence a lake in her eyes; men drown. stars plucked from her skin dye the night, but she ate the ‘t,’ replaced the ‘y’ with ‘i’ till longings die nigh her tighs. yet, that’s not Kòfó. she melts every ice cream before they get to her, you couldn’t blame her– she’s a sunshine to a dark world. she ate the moon’s yolk & … Continue reading Kòfó
