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The Sin on your Chest
I see God hawking attraction in your body,
a barricade of beauty promenading through berry-hedge paths
of your temple.
& I sulk at male determinant:
singular baby-chaser messing the brotherhood.
there are things that are too toxic about your body—
one is your front, a canvas of persecution.
i have consumed more abuse & bewitchment
than what my stomach can bear.
What do I profit, tell me?
am I not a lecher, enmeshed in mud pie π?
I am short of appetite; I am nauseating.
isn’t it strange how you own this much sin
trickling on your chest,
& yet not professing a word to your smasher?
I’ve implemented distancing, rehearsed a breakup
to console my heart once.
my father knows these folktales—
it kills heart-to-heart conversation.
sometimes, I blame God for testing His hypothesis
on your body.
in my algebraic thoughts,
you conceal numbers
in a home of small latitude,
astonishing us with many routes of waitresses.
I wonder when your body will learn how to unweed mayhem.
Contributor’s Bio
Excel Chinagorom Michael is a Nigerian poet living in the suburbs of Aba. He is consumed by evocative and distinct language; his poems explore themes of culture and human experience. His works are forthcoming from and have appeared in Brittle Papers, Afrocritik, Ekstasis Mag, Pawners Papers, Yellow House, Fiction Niche, Fivers of the Mind, Poemify Publisher Inc, Thirsty Shades of a Rose Anthology and elsewhere. He is the author of Girls Are Roses, a poetry chapbook; is the winner of E-zine konnect Poetry contest, 2020 and a runner-up for the Pawners Papers Maiden Award, 2024. He writes from his blog: Subtack@Excelwrites. You can reach him via excelmike66@gmail.com.
