Returning to Dust
I step onto the road, lower myself and wait. The smell of fuel suffocates the air as the car’s roaring grows louder and louder, closer and closer. I feel blood rushing to my limbs, as if I’m preparing to leap…
Salama Wainaina
One Poem
A Mouthful for Absent Nights (2025) Nights sit on my chest till/ I regurgitate the hunger I consumed/ Like a vulture tearing at the carcasses/ Of an elephant and her calf I become Water – flowing Into the emptiness…