‘…yet
again you are wearing your angry face
and I am
all of a sudden knowing – this is serious
full on
and head first into my fault
sleep
brings metabolism
and arms
so recently flailing about me now reach to smother the bruises with “you’re my darling aren’t you?”’s
only
amongst friends are you affectionate when sober
ever
tight-fisted when you’re not
and I am
suspended in this amber fluid between us
muffling
your words surfing harsh waves to find me
but not
so much as that I cannot catch their drift
sinking
with pots
sunk with
a final pint glass
when I
say good night I am left in silence, on the edge of the opposite side of our
bed
hearing
my own voice betray me
and
wishing as it travels away from here
that I
could be but one sound wave behind it…’
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