I wish I understood poetry more, the meaning between the lines and spaces. That being said, I understood what it made me feel. Electric, like words buzzing through vein and setting blood alight, and then and then a dulling sweet pain, sometimes sad, sometimes necessary. A reread is definitely due, because I wasn’t always too sure of what was said though I’d formed some images in my mind and I was feeling them through me. But what I do know is that Odubanjo was a marvel and he will be missed.