i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
the water wont stop
despite how i turn the taps
i found it like this
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam
there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
twitching a twitcher
the birds subscribe to the feed
nature’s ‘like’ button
it knows everything
knows where you’re vulnerable
knows all your secrets
i can keep cleaning
but the mould will always win
it will outlive me
a huge chimera
part wolf, part wasp, part human
i’ve named him ‘mittens’
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies