January 30, 2018by Dami Ajayi

Tuesday Poem by Dami Ajayi

Tonight, you found my ire
where I carefully hid it;

You forced the hands of goodwill.
Rising voices betray frayed nerves

What is the use of anger
if not to dissolve resolve?

If not to throw vicious sputum skyward
& let it drop on the face.

Such exhibitionism!

I have tried to digest my doubt
with stowed away enzymes.

But if this is all of your love
then my food allergies are kind.