Two Poems by Ismail Bala
(after Menka Shivdasani) ‘How come your hair is so lustrous?’the tall pianist asked, and she,half-awake, said Kano city was full of lustreand sometimes the place got into your hair. He was a pro, and they were playinghide-&-seek with each other, sexed-up noteson lustrous skin. ‘The problem,’ he said,‘is you’re too subtle’, and playedmusic from the […]