diary couplets (one)

 

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write like an onlooker

entering the heart of a warm room

 

emerging after a nap like the moths in the wardrobe

dropping cocoons all over the floor 

 

from below i am two points

of heat on the ground and hips

 

under blankets curled up – in the sun

unshowered or flossing in public

 

talking too loud on the bus with a friend

get new batteries

 

for vibrator take responsibility

for own happiness

           

stop trying to out-do

the people you went to high school with

 

 

i really believe i will 

cry tomorrow

 

from my balcony – just falling down 

for a long time

 

the headlines say i’m young!

i can make my own morals!

 

we have a meeting about global warming

at work, everyone gets depressed

 

get a tiny nook

and protect it for myself

 

take me off edge and sit me down with a blanket

what should we have for dinner next year?

 

other people’s problems are our problems

i believe that and it’s a problem

 

 

sitting in assembly is maybe not the best place

to find out how much we’re all falling apart

 

like laying a jellyfish over your face

fractured and numbing because of the toxins

 

spend the rest of the flight

slowly sobering up

 

we’re all grateful, didn’t

expect it to fall out of the sky

 

i think it’s really hot

when you pick me up – in the heterosexual tradition

 

i know that poetry is just

about how deliberate you are

 

hope you like 

me touching your chest all the time​