Fugue at 2:17 a.m.
The fridge clicks its cold heart.
Outside, foxes yowl
like their throats are made of gravel
and old songs.
This hour does not require
a name. It is known
by its absences:
no text reply,
no sleep deep enough
to soften the inner stammer.
I walk the flat barefoot,
step over old dreams
still curled like cats
in the corners.
They open one eye,
then close it again.
MCLORD SELASI is a Ghanaian writer, poet, public health researcher, and performing artist. His work explores identity, memory, and our deep connections to the world around us. Connect with him on X (@MclordSela64222).