If today were a Wednesday, He wouldn't be here, Wouldn't wait at the gate, He wouldn't ask me to follow him, And I wouldn't. He wouldn't hold my hands and say my name, In hot horny breathes. Wednesdays are for Father, He takes me to the shores, Fishermen and market women's voices Rising in bargains, Father buys me books Says they're for big girls Not the ones that oriaku reads With too many pictures He picks the bone off dried fishes And buys me peppersoup So rich I can bearly walk If today were a Wednesday, My body would still be mine. Omokushe