for Chioma Ubogagu
Good God! Watch her, how she
swallows the crowd-song,
how boldly she strikes
the pitch’s borders with her
toes, warping the white lines, the
way she knows to reduce each sun
in the stadium lights to a ball,
how she kicks into the
midst of each fiery fist like
she can’t resist
insisting her way round a
pitch, face gleaming
like the end of a match.