love poem
Gas stove tickssmell roasted coffeebury onion bulbsin garden soil holding fingerswearing jacketsthink of nothingeat roast potatoes black caramel cruston a …
Gas stove tickssmell roasted coffeebury onion bulbsin garden soil holding fingerswearing jacketsthink of nothingeat roast potatoes black caramel cruston a …
And of course poor old Charlie full moon-eyed and ten thousand years sad always spalooging around crying out into just …
On my back Studying the ceiling cracks In a student’s house. Sent my love downstairs To fetch roasting carrots Spitting …
You’re on the edge of my bed, I can’t describe it, you’re balled up and tomato pink, my baby my …
The pram gets pushed with one hand, the hand lifts off the bar and the middle finger curls out like …
Pan au chocolat half eaten, lone toothpaste without a brush, peppermint tea atop red wine rings. Last biscuit in its empty pack, …
You were always petite, with your thirteen inch screen sometimes I had to squint to catch the fine print, though …
Yes, it is broken, but isn’t the world just a bric-a-brac of busted parts, layer on layer of confused movement, …
Excuse me, would you accept this? The card is attached to a thick brown arm cut with a heavy silver …
I feel him coming through the base of my seat, under my thighs the vibrations spread like disease as darkness holds its …
I felt somehow guilty for what you’d done. You’d hurt yourself and now they knew. Now there was nowhere for …
He’s close enough to sink into the swirling galaxies and worlds of her pores, close enough to struggle in the whirlpool and …
Some people need a catalyst like the sun basking a meadow like the slow, noble head of a cow raising …