To LARDO and Lola

i do not know you beyond
the meaning i sense in your
poems, and that’s fine for me
if words are nothing but words
then you’re my sister-
we are related by the pangs in
your stomach; your story or someone else’s
would be nice to find someone
tell my story as you tell yours.

until you talk to a person
you may never really know them
and assuming is the lamest
thing any human has ever done
i have had different opinions about you
at different points. for some reason
i know i would still have a new opinion
and we all know that no one has
ever lost an eye
from only just saying ‘hey’

Victor Oyedele