My Daily Order Poem by Bongiwe Ndlovu

I will not say no to the pain that you provide me with. Dish it up and serve it with sorrow, I would like to dip it in my tears and I would like to take my time to swallow. Make sure my fork is on the right hand of anguish, and my knife on the left hand of screams. Lay a table cloth of blood and my chair should be pushed properly as a fist that hits an eye. I would like to have sadness next to me and make sure that happiness is right opposite my seat so that I can stare at her and scrutinise her properly.

Can my desert be unforgivable memories, with a little bit of hate. Top it off with a dash of broken bones and I'd like to take it with a swollen eye. My favourite juice is wondering and tolerance and I'd like to have spine chills when I'm done with desert. It's another night and I am ordering what I have on daily basis!