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"What Could Have Been in Anfield" by Chidiebube onye Okohia

  • May 23
  • 1 min read

Updated: 6 days ago


we could have yelled our love as cheers


circling the stadium. Ribboned


new relationship. Our energies



following each player to the Kop end.


and we could have binged highlights


of what-a-great-chance



that comes before that-is-a-fantastic-goal


while curled up in Hotel Anfield. But


it’s a love ago. I belong



to a new house now. Isolated


on a large, hilly expanse of greenery, where every grass


is a strand of desire. Still,



thoughts of you continuously lodge,


gegenpress, creep up to a cliff and then fall


off, waking me



up to the stress of each day like the early antiphon


of a yawning steam. Maybe


we should have spent that weekend



in Anfield—a field, any field.






Chidiebube onye Okohia is a Nigerian creative. His prose and poems have appeared/forthcoming in swamp pink, TriQuarterly, Rhino, Callaloo, Able Muse, and elsewhere. He is the former poetry editor of The Shallow Tales Review. Find him on Instagram @o.okohia and X @o_okohia. 

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