INFANTILE
The hum of pepe stew
My hunger grows while
I ingest tasteless fluid
Wishing to emerge
swim towards the waves of light
Unwanted darkness
a muffled conversation
Distorted echoes
familiar alien
voices vibrations
I punch her repeatedly
in the abdomen
to create a worn pillow
Immerse myself in
a sack of living tissue
Lucid and free from the womb
At last she will give
me a name
Jamal Msebele