Logan February

Honey Everywhere Even The Mask On My Face

                                           after Heather Christle


                                           for Arielle

We refined the whole earth so we could live here.
Polished the grass with foolish dancing. The sky
at night is painted in a different myth, some dirty
legend of oppression. Rumors in the honeycombs.

Cruel whispers in the field, a bird chirping on and on
about ugly terrors. Who is listening? What use is
a mirror when all behind us is past? Friend,
I brush your exquisite hair in the darkened now.

I sprinkle you with valuable oils. Are you happy?
You have to be happy. I’ve made you this dress,
I wove it out of dandelions. In a few more hours,
no time at all, the pink sun will filter down

and you will be the single wisp of bright fantasy.
We are surrounded by so much clear water.
Can you hear it? Morning will come, I will run
with you to the river and show you your lovely reflection.

Logan February is a Nigerian poet. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Washington Square Review, The Adroit Journal, Vinyl, Paperbag, Tinderbox, Raleigh Review, and more. He is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, and his debut collection, Mannequin in the Nude (PANK Books, 2019) was a finalist for the Sillerman First Book Prize for African Poets. He is the author of two chapbooks, and the Associate Director of Winter Tangerine’s Dovesong Labs. You can find him at loganfebruary.com.