by Zaynab Iliyasu Bobi Namnso Ukpanah it only takes the opening of the street to walk into my people’s cry. between the space of life and death, i’m swimming backwards in the river i will later discover to be the tears i gather every night of each day that loosens into a janazah. just after bidding the corpse farewell with an offering of peace assalamu alaikum, we said, a reporter asks if we know every dead we cry, & pray for. we show him our foreheads where our birthmarks ar