Response to Fleur Adcock’s “Things”

Resurrections

i agree,
there are worse things
that call a boy’s name
in a calabash with a warthog’s blood
every night he chooses
to close his eyes.
he resurrects from inside
the bodies of his past lovers,
he witnesses a multitude,
of revivals at once.
he remembers all of them
even the man that buried himself
inside of him the dawn before

Younglan Talyoung