Book Review

By Binta Yade

I’m reading a new book

it’s never ending 

the start is always the same but I like going back to it 

the middle is where I get stuck 

as the end is always running away 

an infinitely stretched out middle 

with a small bellybutton for the month we didn’t speak 

this book is the closest thing I have to a mirror 

a reflection not of who I think I am 

but who I truly am with you 

this book is drawn out and cringey

it’s soul crushing and heart warming 

it’s beautiful and painful and beautiful again 

just as you are

beautiful and pain-full and beautiful some more 

this book I’m reading in grey blue and white 

aquatic greyscale to match my bruised ego and pumping veins 

to match the crashing of my eyelids into each other as I try to keep sleep from pulling me under 

deep into the slumber where I hope I can keep reading 

and seeing and believing 

that this is never ending

By Binta Yade