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      January 1, 2016The Origin of KindnessD.M. Aderibigbe

      for Lena Bezawork Gronlund

      Untouched, she began to soak
      her Maths textbook with her eyes.
       
      The air of the afternoon, steam,
      which rose from a pot of boiled water:
       
      voices in the class, drenched in sweat. 
      Yet, she shook like a curtain in the wind.
       
      Yet, she covered her life with a cardigan.
      Yet, she rubbed mentholated balm 
       
      all over her discomfort. 
      The entire class looked; eyes sold 
       
      cheaply to confusion. 
      Out of this pool of ignorance, 
       
      a boy arose like a saviour. Planted 
      this female fever on his back, 
       
      stepped out of the class. Turned 
      towards the school clinic. 

      from #50 - Winter 2015

      D.M. Aderibigbe

      “It was February 2012. I had just started writing seriously and was still not sure of where I was headed. Then I read poems from Natasha Trethewey and said to myself afterwards, I want to be a superhuman like this poet.”