Her pockets are never empty.
She says pockets are for running.
So she keeps them full,
Stuffs universes into them,
And says it is just the essentials.
She says: if we get stranded,
If aliens take us,
If there’s an apocalypse,
There will be no time for bags.
She treats pockets
Like built-in spaces for hope.
Lets the weight of it
Pull down her baggy trousers.
Readies herself for any eventuality,
Revels in her own lack of normality.
© Ruth Awolola from Rising Stars New Young Voices in Poetry (Otter-Barry Books)