Listen to Chisom reading this poem:
before i turned 25 i would not see a sow thistle and call it a dandelion ignore a hundred flowers telling me not to waste a wish instead i would sit with a scarf around my neck and pretend to be a beauty queen or the mother of a baby made out of my favorite cardigan but now i am the woman who knows that life can be anything and there is still pleasure to be found in cheap wine that a wish is never wasted and stretchmarks cannot ruin a life that even when the flowers mouth their disapproval they recognize me to be just like them edible and wild and occasionally mistaken for something else
Chisom Nwaezuoke is a Cardiac Physiotherapist living in the UK, and documenting her thoughts sporadically on substack. Her poems have appeared in Snowflake, Mosspuppy, and Funicular Magazines, while her essays have been published in Lolwe, and Libre Literature. She enjoys music, movement, and books.