My father hit like / a Nigerian’s first / Wisconsin winter, / (what kind of human / survives through this?) /
like, on a good day, / his name’s a fresh / spitwad in some / pink teller’s mouth.
No More White Girls or What I Learned from Father by Kemi Alabi
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