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Muntu

We’re so far apart. Me, right there and you, right here. Like a dead mother, you never existed. And…everything doesn’t have to be so heavy, because as soon as you return we’ll smile. At our wicked ways, we’ll cry tears of laughter. That is if you return otherwise the illusion will live on. That is if I return otherwise the illusion will die. Nothing so far has changed you, not fire, not water, not pain. Twin statues we stand apart staring into the unknown of each other’s eyes. We are not dead. We are not alive. We are muntu.

The word muntu makes “no special difference between living people, dead people, children not yet born, and gods” (The Poisonwood Bible).

Imagined

I can get off on a vision, you don’t have to be real. Your eyes can tell stories you’ve never seen, your mouth smile with a love you’ve never expressed. I can trust your insincerity, your ignorance can explain things unknown. And when I think I really know you, you can be everything that never was, with the earth and the moon and the sun, imagined.