Tuesday Poem by Yemi Obabire

Have you eaten? 

360 minutes ago, 

we talked. 

1 hour spent, debriefing

every slithery second since

our last phone call. 

360 minutes later, 

another phone call. 

These seconds have been quiet

All 21,605 of them

“Have you eaten?” 

You ask, puncturing the silence. 

We both know the answer

Hundred kilometers away, 

You’re speeding down the highway

to my ventricles.