Funto Omojola

Fig. 1. for a while, it’s just me. i put on mourning jacket wherever i can fit it, peel skin, shave, meet the girl of my dreams. but then this psychic tells me my twin daughters are gonna love me, really love me, like be obsessed with me. & so in the midst of decorating womb, the elder uncoils & unvessels, i prepare the entirety of the “oh she glows cookbook” & we both sugar our lips. maybe wọn se oogun but it only takes a handful of guests to ta p on something swelling before you realize raw [ x ] can’t go through you the same way anymore. & what a silly thing it is to not be able to really shit! [ x ] [ x ] by the time they found my mother, she had rolled under the bed. they found my mother rolled, under the bed, screaming “omo mi!”

components of a child’s destiny & there’s a party in the canopy & i make an oil painting of a bribe