two poems

by Nate Tulay

Self-Absorbed

Somewhere in Liberia,

where the rain is falling heavy again,

and the kids are outside running around

the unpaved streets, and the girl that

likes me waits impatiently for me to

reply back to her texts as I lay in my

bed staring through the giant glass

windows beyond the wall of the fence

at the branches of the palm and plum

trees slow dancing in the wind,

daydreaming about being on a beach

and watching the waves with my beloved

as we chat about life, space, medicine,

and the future as the effects of the edibles

start to kick in.

Doctor Doom

I did my research on reincarnation and the dream of us rekindling our love from one planet to the next, and within those moments, everything felt interconnected, and life felt more like a blessing than a bowl of overflowing celestial shit. But darling, death is coming, and I don’t have the logic or evidence to prove my thesis.

Photo of Nate Tulay

BIO: Nate Star-to Tulay is an aspiring Liberian-American poet. He was born in Liberia during a civil war with a tied tongue and some deafness in his right ear, and also experienced another civil war when he was five and lost his childhood innocence to it. Nate’s experiences and struggles have made him a philosopher sooner rather than later in life, and are still his motivations to strive for greatness, and to be a fair, kind, friendly, loving, understanding, compassionate, and somewhat honest person one day at a time. He is on X — https://twitter.com/NateTulay