Jesse Ojuka

Im tired of being tired you know

Like an overdue bedsheet 

Or lack of bin bags 

Race me to winter so I can shut up with the ice 

And the darkness in between my legs and armpits

I took a gulp as wrote 

As if I am only a vehicle for some hidden 

Hades 

I’m tired

Maybe now is the perfect time to resort to envy and vile 

I’ve never tried that for a strategy

Crocodiles don’t need to smile 

And yet they get on just fine 

Perhaps I over invested in bubble and toffee 

And the invisible patterns 

That gave me a whisper 

There is a slight chance 

It’s all in my head