Author Kuukua Yomekpe Mental Dis-Ease, prose poems

The Funk Has Rolled In

I calm down and forget to chase the processing/I settle for sitting beside her hand-in-hand/knowing this is not easy for either of us/I reach to hug her with the other hand/knowing the weight of my illness/is on her heart/knowing she herself is seeking support for her own demons/seeking support from a sinking ship

Author Kuukua Yomekpe reflections

I write you out of my head

Sometimes I wake up thinking of you/brings gut-wrenching pain/then irritation/ that you are still/on my mind It's been five months/since we parted company/these days I try to forget/my summer happened/ that you and I tried to build a home/based on our ideologies about radical love When I shrug you off/I remember/we had plans for you/to … Continue reading I write you out of my head

Author Kuukua Yomekpe reflections

2012 in review

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Author Kuukua Yomekpe reflections

This Is My New Year Resolution

I feel her crawl over and slowly start pushing the comforter away from my face. Discovering my shut eyes and limp arms she proceeds to poke at first my eyes, then my nose, and finally my fingers. She settles on my ring finger and grabs it firmly. She finally lowers her body next to my pillow still holding on to my ring finger. I watch her clementine-sized hand clasp my finger for dear life. She begins to make soft chewing sounds until her breathing evens out and her body goes completely still.

Author Kuukua Yomekpe Sexuality, stories

Stranger

I put the key in the door. All these thoughts vanished as I quietly pushed open the door. She lay curled up on the 3-cushion, well-loved, black leather couch I had inherited from Craigslist. Her spindle-curled locs lay scattered around her head, slightly concealing her face and caressing her cheeks. Both arms were folded at the elbow in a prayer pose, supporting her sleeping head. I had only seen pictures and images from our Skype conversations. I wished she would stir so I could see her beautiful face. Two suitcases stood guard over her sleeping body. Despite all admonitions to pack light, here she was with luggage to last her for a couple months instead of the one-week trial we had agreed upon.