1 poem
by Fullamusu Bangura
Fullamusu Bangura is a 2nd year English graduate student at Northwestern University, currently studying queer afro-diasporic water spirits. Her work has been published in Memoir Mixtapes and TRACK//FOUR (forthcoming). She is originally from Washington, D.C. and currently resides in Chicago, Illinois. Catch her on Instagram singing to her cat Taraji or thirst-tweeting Marc Lamont Hill at @killamusu.
i’m so tired of almost crying on the train
the thing no one tells you about crying on public transportation
is that you have to hold your sobs between stale breaths of urine
a man probably sits across from you threatening to kill your mama
your whole lineage on foe nem something pretty about tears
landing on your ripped scarf while you cross over the chicago river
clear your eyes and look up see advertisements turn you symptom
an unfilled prescription bottle there’s a study for that
am i bipolar or broke maybe broken there’s no study for that
see yourself as little red dot on the moving map drowning in rainbows
the loop is the most suffocating series of circles I have ever wept in
ask myself if a friend or worse coworker sees me
what will i blame my tears on the wind always blame the wind