What the Landscape Said
What did she do to torture me into gold? She looked. She looks and looks, deploys her plunging eye. I’ve heard her laugh. It’s dredged up from somewhere dark, a clatter, clarion call. But now she looks. a depth charge blows. I’m epidermis, deltoid, toe. A feast of sleeping cells. She looks, and beauty creeps on me like ink. Later, we’ll drink beer and laugh but now I’m only gold and skin. Tanaka Mhishi Tanaka Mhishi is a poet, playwright and performer based in London. His work has appeared recently at Rogue Agent Journal and Black Heart Magazine. For more details visit tanakamhishi.co.uk.
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January 2021
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