Night shift fantasies


ignore the calls, dear child
darkness conceals the faces
of monsters and good men
there’s no mark for a saint

the sun that shines at noon
returns sometimes at night in
pieces to litter the sky as stars
this myth is not for the faint

have all your grudges reconciled
all that I say is what’s for dinner
say a prayer and whisper amen
God is the artist; watch him paint

these words to you were compiled
for you to relay to another again

Tomide Abdul

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