The seaweed is exhausted
from the tide in Lagos not making up its mind.
She is lying on her stomach
underneath a Danger: Chance of Rockfall sign
telling fellow travellers that she has
“Had enough of the broke ones”
after “Paying one month of my exe’s rent”
because he lost his job.
I imagine his ears burning in America
as he sits on a sofa wondering
what to do with his freedom.

Carl Burkitt 2026