A Letter To My Any-Me Poem by Tolu Akinwole

My dear any-me,
It is from the bottomless bottom of my heart
That these words ooze forth
With the ease of a pregnant woman.
How do you do?

You have been in there for long,
Wearing me - your bloody mask -
And leaving me to give the world
The sound that you did not make.

Now my dear any-me
I want the cloak I lent you:
Masks could fit me too, you know.
Wear me no more; I need my cloak.

Sincerely
yours
in life
and death.