I thought it was raining. I said on the phone oh god
it’s my face and an involuntary avalanche of motion
called him and he picked up. But it fell into place.
I was shaky at the beginning. At that moment I got a text
and couldn’t cooperatively countenance my ex, understand?
I felt that he was going too deeply into dark knowledge.
I drove the route of the night thought, yes. You are right
about all things. When I make my way to the bus stop as usual
you are a doctor and I should feel and act. I swore
I would repeat that mistake. At that moment I got a text
inviting me explicitly to step behind bars. It’s last drinks
for wouldn’t you know. I spare a thought, don’t go.
Spare a Thought
1 February 2016