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The Maiden’s Homecoming by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] “The maiden’s mail has arrived sweet Hun,quick! untie my apron!”The mistress here teaches us not to seeour hanging portraitswith a tilted head. She is collected nowin her stubbornly stuck napping braids;the future is often requested there, in the...

Fugitive by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] She dances like there is petroleum in her coxato random men in the street who want to buy her. I hide all my shameful habits in a crystal figurineI leave in the sitting room for strangers to see....

Psychasthenia by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title= "Poem"] We were often taken at times by the lightbreaking in the window, pilfering brilliant holeswithin our bodies like cinema sunsets.Since our bodies too were casualties of thoughtwe collected organs in bed with palmslearning how to play for...