The encounter

Sorry I turned up at your door this way All dressed up On my way from a coffee shop So sorry you know Didn’t come to see you  Again That’d be embarrassing Just came to see your friend Selling weed out his window Cept he’s closed it now so I’ve had to knock And …

A familiar sense of falling

To walk into this kitchen is to see You standing, softened in the yellow light Of the hob and red from the wine and our earlier tries to get drunk while we cooked. It is to see you swaying tunelessly To our Spotify playlist whilst reaching Out and turning from the counter and sink to …

Ritual at 2am

It’s somewhere and someone is thinking of them Though they’re not sure if they should just laugh or just cry Cause the wall in front of her is flecked with pale grey And the bath where she’s sitting is colder than ice And there’s someone’s sat slumped by the side of the tub And his …

A suggestion of gravity

As a child, more often then not, when looking at the sky, She felt like gravity would reverse and she’d float, fall, release, up into the mottled black of the great expanse so far up, the bedroom light would be the stars   Sometimes, now, more often than then, when she lies awake to watch …

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