By Times Literary Supplement | Created at 2024-10-29 21:41:39 | Updated at 2024-10-30 09:18:34
6 days ago
Calm, he said, in another language
I had become proficient in pretending
I understood. The beach was still
the beach: picturesque, cold
this time of year when everyone preferred
the closeness of coffee shops. Need it be that serious? Yes,
he said, the waves moaning how they’re
moon-trained all year regardless of season,
folding, unfolding, unconcerned with us,
little interruptions in the way of things.
Oluwaseun Olayiwola’s first collection of poems, Strange Beach, will be published next year
