Unmaking
I have sunk too deep
steep tea, listen for
free to the corner flat scream French
upstairs they debut
the new music
in boxy cramped
Victorian damp bedroomswear midriff singlets cut with hair scissors
never vacuum.
The girls nail varnish walls green boys sand skateboards “for sale”
I didn’t say hi the first time now it’s too late.
No one will say
goodbye to Summer so she lingers like a weird wanted relative.
People try hard to get
a tan which looks like they haven’t tried hard to get a tan.
It’s too cold for you
here I think
trees rustle louder. The lightest slightest
breeze distresses dressing
I don’t own any fur.
I eat blue cashmere
and stare through the afternoon.
This will be the make
This will be the
unmaking of me.
Me, Me, Me, Me
More than I could ever
be.Less is more, more or less.
Less is bore, less is yes
No?
Toes in grass,
sky empty and silent.
Paper thoughts: The rate at which we currently consume the
earth’s natural resources is unsustainable.
I am learning how to
live on less with more chance of change.
It isn’t always famine or feast you say
the unmaking of me
won’t make a maddened you. Sorry your parcel will be late through.
In dreams I see the
landscape
as it is when I am not there.
Good-morning, sleep well when you do.
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Very, very beautiful post (as always) <33
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