Weren’t We Fools From the Revolving Ball of Greens

I wasn't there to prance alongside
this gentleman trickling flaxseed
out of his mouth, unlike his sibling with a longer nose
for every false alphabet he offered.
What did he ask over a dish of boiled noodles
and scrambled eggs with diced carrots and
green bells? How much did he say without
warning? Did they reckon with their insincerity? The dog
gushed on the gravelly highway, whereas the craggy
tires, like funeral shawls, foraged from them more.
Still, you stayed with him
from the outskirt of town, who had nothing but sex
to desex your soul.
Mango seed, seed mango; a man and his seeds,
but weren't we fools
from the revolving ball of greens, 
and not gorgeous?
We weren’t literal, but as a platypus, I should've
birthed monkeys from my ass.

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Onyedikachi Chinedu is a Nigerian poet. They are an undergraduate at the University of Port Harcourt, where they study the English language.