post-poetics And you and I, talked of poetry. Naked, together — A line will take us seconds maybe, Powders ivory, easy bakery. Stitching and unstitching, pins heart needles, To threaden us, of course. Lacing, untangling; darn, do knot, rip a whole! There are hearts unbreathing, As both lungs beat back ceaselessly. - All Rights Reserved, Kira Mungai 2023.