unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens
circular logic
you can’t concede to yourself
this isn’t over
i’m on your shoulder
interrupting every thought
i know what you’ve done
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
there is a thin line
between a joke and the truth
i can’t take either
rushing toward me
it’s so loud my eardrums burst
i wake in a sweat
start threading the noose
i’m leaving today, you know
new york fucking sucks
on the radio
you struggle reading adverts
wordplay falling flat
rushing toward me
it’s so loud my eardrums burst
i wake in a sweat
i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled
there is a thin line
between a joke and the truth
i can’t take either
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp