Because I think, that a poem, about marriages, deserves breathers, because, for a noun, marriage is such a verb, because love and fatigue are an inflammable bunch, because two people, all up in each other’s spaces and faces resemble a venn diagram, because intersection is invasion with an extra syllable, because a comma is a reprieve, because fireworks fizzle and candles dwindle, because the human eye peels fascination out of skins, because dunes line the hips, because kids extend the desert, because expedition is daunting endeavor, because a comma is cactus, because marriage is a chunky paragraph, because a comma revamps routine, because comma is better than the comatose of a period, because we don’t want to die in the belly of a desert; also because in this clime, comma is slang for flaw, and because a marriage poem without commas is a miracle.
Abdulbaseet Yusuff is a Nigerian writer. His works appear or are forthcoming in Brittle Paper, Rattle, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Up The Staircase Quarterly, Pidgeonholes, MoonPark Review, Memento: An Anthology of Contemporary Nigerian Poetry, and elsewhere. He’s contributing editor at Eboquills, and tweets @bn_yusuff.