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

  • May 23
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jun 7


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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