You stole this pronoun.

I need to have a shower

loosen my side of this tension.
D is solving.

promistaken

mind             [x] changes
Nothing has happened.

I hold my mouth shut

with one thumb.

His sounds scatter                                                         a

                                                 long                           way
Today, hearing Classic Hits, I realised what’s going on in

the lyrics to “Total Eclipse of the Heart”. I had to step out

of my place in line and hide in an aisle with the diaries.

We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks.
C     raving                      doubled-over vision

            rash

               rush

               C                                                            
We believe in thoughts,

see[k] our own nucleus in them.           text

mess                                                      me

                                                                                       up
The cabbage tree wants

to reach towards the sun

not reach it. Nothing

has happened
Your fingers, quick and thin

look like my fingers

wrapping and unwrapping

on the table between us.

You zip your coat up

and down, at the windpipe.

When I sit, you do

                          leaning in.
A house divided against itself can’t stand.

making fool                        s           unst

able      pulling self                                     togethere

to bits           myselves                 all our best inten

                            se
The first time I rode a bike was on a field that was empty

except for a metal pole way on the far side. My dad let go

and I flew over the grass. I kept my eyes on the pole. All

I had to do was keep away from the pole. Just keep away.

The pole got closer, bigger and bigger, I couldn’t stop
It’s worse than smoking. You smear the city

with signs, a figure reflected in windows,

voice on the bus.
          Narrowed to one lane

          with all these slips

          headlights glow wet gold

& the storm washes the road clean.

                                                                                    away 
Nothing’s happened. You make me feel

less alone. You’re also real.

That might ruin everything.

The story folds and unfolds.

We’re only animals, you said.