Jesse Ojuka

There’s something peculiar about packing the fallen leaves
Into the recycling bin 
but I don’t have the bother on me right now 
To discover the science of it
I’d rather a spoon of honey 
To wash down the whisky dark chocolate 
That she got me for my birthday 
The two things I said I don’t like 
I would love to know the tangle of a string of the yoyo 
That brought us here 
And now that I see the veins of the universe 
Everyone might as well be naked 
And now that I know I prefer flavour 
To the fabric of the gown 
I am free