Jesse Ojuka

Mistakes will soon call the highest bidder
I’m certain my mother will probably come back as flowers in the garden
I don’t kill houseflies anymore, they find their way out eventually 
When respected 
Through the crack of a window
The bird slapped the wet soil on the freshly newspapered grass 
Cut like a blizzard
Can you imagine 
The breakfast I had 
Sometimes I hope the lightbulb doesn’t turn off 
And we have to go back to hunting buffalo 
And grinding down tusks 
Order some pizza