no story is ever authentic

no story is ever authentic:

sometimes, mine

is a pointillist painting

drenched in the hollow hours

of a melancholic longing

to be remembered;

sometimes, mine

is a soulless song floating 

out of an unseamed dream

foaming with the tiny blobs of a wish

to be cherished.

to some, i am a weary petal

wearing off a sun shrivelling

into a sterile star.

to others, i am the hand

that squeezes the testicle of a higher god

& get away with it, unscathed.

but the truth is i am the taste

a broken mirror's tongue remembers;

the tongue that wondrously untangle

the strange secrets scarred on sphinx's skin.

i know of all there was before i was womb-tombed.

i watched rivers set off on their eternal journeys.

i watched the sky took its shape above all.

all the gods you know know me as their source. 

know yourself. & you will know me

MK Kuol, a South Sudanese poet, is the author of the award-winning chapbook: Twice the size of Sun and Songs Her Thighs Sing He loves dark rooms, coffee, folk music(Arizona JJ's to be exact) and conspiracies.