eyes all opened hit the sun tentative
your pitch was wobbly like your lower lip
I couldn’t fix the movement got seasick
inside your sadness
so you left the house
for sausage meat
and I stayed put
glued PVA to the bed
a pillow cased strewn duvet
damp in sheet
deck chair folded fatigue
playing with the pen knife
cardboard boxes cut to threads
filling my hand with ink and pants with
come back to me like
scrambled eggs cold in the sink or
a toaster broken on the bench
saliva stains
I’m holding my eyes shut until I’m sure I’ll open them
to you holding the groceries
still pissed off with me
but with me still
I had a wet dream about someone who looked like you
[ssba]