Friday 21 January 2011

Love


Counting
the dead
animals
that line
the motorway
edge
I miss you.





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Monday 10 January 2011

Sex Swap

Girls aren’t
built like boys
we think too much
Like…
how it felt
when you touched me
And then after
you persuaded me
to do it, how
you moved your
chair away.

Girls aren’t
built like boys
but I am a robotic,
supersonic
kind of girl
with boy genes
hardwired
to my heart.
So I won’t think
of how you
looked before
and then after.



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Tuesday 4 January 2011

Sundry

The walls miss you
The bed calls your name
The bricks hold their breath.
They wait.

The sheets weep
The soft toys huddle in corners,
asking after you
Which one saw you last?

Your clothes pine, abandoned
The food in the fridge counts the days
since you were here.

The milk tells the mould that never knew you
stories of who you were:

A chance
A gaggle of noise
A gush of joy.

Now the stereo lies mute
The lamp not lit since you left
The ashtray’s heart
Yearns for your return.



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