When I am no more

By Karani Kelvin.

When this heart no longer beats
When my veins crumble
And run dry
Like a stream in drought
And the dark shine of my skin fades
Take me back home.
I want you to take me home!
Do not let me lie lifeless
In the open wide wild world
A carcass not even fit
For the hungriest hounds!

To my sister

By Karani Kelvin

Yesterday

Scrolling through updates on Facebook

(And never posting any myself)

I saw a picture of a man – an old,

life battered white man, diapers

hanging loosely in his greying boxers –

holding hands with a charming

ebony skinned twenty-something years

old supple young woman