by Sylvester Kwakye
today, I arranged a playlist for myself
from the ecstasy and euphoria
and the sweetness you brought
it was those arrays of songs that could understand my heart.
I plugged in the earpiece to disturb just myself.
the tune sank deep into my veins
and iced my blood
with the many memories of promises
my bleeding heart pumped goosebumps
on every sheet of my body
especially those parts that came in contact with you
and I couldn’t help those love poxes
the least of what happened
the most I care to acknowledge:
cigarette — a bad thought I had
but how was the ice going to melt?
two shots of tequila, I tried 7 times
I made friends on the street
and fed strippers.
I allowed strangers a corridor in my brain
to do their jobs as therapists and psychologists
I burnt our pictures
and cursed the day I met you
not knowing you were around
testing how much I cared about you.
Sylvester Kwakye is a Ghanaian medical student with a self-published full-length poetry collection called “Flying From Nectar To Hive.” In most of his writing, Sylvester is inspired by his environment— home, medical school, and the hospital. Facebook: @slykoko42 Instagram: @slykoko42 Twitter: @slykoko