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Leftover | Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan


Let's say we all can be god &

our nation is more magic than


the gait of grim, trimmed with

a microtome. Let's say we all


can choose to be alive & witness

the moth pleating mementoes from


a black petal. The flower, smiling

& dead. You borrowed a spade to


dig up a life for it. You unearthed

the mouth of the grave, forcing it


to spit out the life it gulped, & you

are convinced that at least you can


be selfless. The breeze heavy with

envy, revolted across the trees in


an organized uproar, reaching out

for you. It is still grey in this glass


of bones where there is a rumor of

god in the iron walls that'll wreck you.





Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan (he/him/his) is a keen writer of Izzi, Abakaliki ancestry; a Medical Laboratory Science student whose works have been nominated for Forward Prize, Pushcart Prize, and Best of The Net Award. He was the winner of 2021, WAN–Cookout Journal Poetry Prize. He has works published or forthcoming at IS&T,Augur Mag, The Shore Poetry, Mudroom Mag, B’K Mag, The Deadlands, The West Trade Review, Sand Journal, Bracken Mag, No Contact Mag, The Fourth River, and elsewhere. He is fond of his poorly lit room.


Twitter: @wordpottersull1

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