TZ

I am not a poet, but TZ seems to have moved me to poetry. My poem is called “TZ”.

TZ,
you inspire me to write
for that I thank you
no, please
only small
your scent wafts out of the kitchen
there are no walls to hide you
if not eaten today
you’ll be breakfast tomorrow

your friends are “not fish”, slimy okru, or bitter leafy
"How do you find Ghana?
you can chop TZ? Then
you’ve done well"
I’m not satisfied
I gag
I swallow you and am glad its lights out
no one can see my grimace
you’ve beaten me again

wana- t’dee
you’re invited
no,please
only small
sour fermented millet
you inspire me