I have an interview in the evening. Today it didn't rain. I went to the market. I'm creating a third CV for the third sector. I went to get groceries. I watched TV with my friend. The rumblings of WWIII are on my social media feed. My creativity feels constrained right now for some reason. I haven't written a poem in weeks. There's barely been a song on my heart. 

Well I had something corny for Pride: 

Queer as in gay

Gay as in bi, 

Bi as in pan 

Pan as in demi 

Non binary as in anti binary 

Anti binary by way of polyamory

Polyamorous in an anti colonial way

Anti colonial as a Yoruba person 

Person in the loosest sense

Queer as in Africa 

Africa as in the beginning of life

Beginning of queerness 

Beginning of invention 

The invention of life 

That type of queer. 

And a spiral. 

Well then it's less corny and now I've written a poem. To be fair I only had the first 4 lines when I considered it corny. I've been a bit critical of myself lately. I think there's an energy that's infiltrated.