Olwethu Nxoli
This house is too small to contain a spilling marriage
arguments do not have to be shouted to carry and they do carry
The silence that follows squeezes like too many rubber bands on a watermelon we watch it swell on both ends
tense and shiny
Gleefully waiting to scatter it's flesh all over the living room
-the seeds only to be found at some distant cleaning
Still your hands reach for another rubber band and we cower behind closed doors
and listen for the rupture
Featured on 4 February 2021
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