by Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí Marc Sendra Martorell I want my life to mean beauty, for the lilacs to bloom & for summer to make its music, its manic magic of beleaguered birds. I stand in the light, pretend this once I am golden, a star, boy in a movie of cowries & coins. I want the river to bleed into the wound & for the wound to bleed into the river. I want God’s nose for breakfast, his toes fried, snack for the hours before noon when I’ll have his testicles, peppered. fear not, th