Love

Counting

the dead

animals

that line

the motorway

edge

I miss you.

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Sex Swap

Girls aren’t

built like boys

we think too much

Like…

how it felt

when you touched me

And then after

you persuaded me

to do it, how

you moved your

chair away.

Girls aren’t

built like boys

but I am a robotic,

supersonic

kind of girl

with boy genes

hardwired

to my heart.

So I won’t think

of how you

looked before

and then after.

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Sundry

The walls miss you

The bed calls your name

The bricks hold their breath.

They wait.

The sheets weep

The soft toys huddle in corners,

asking after you

Which one saw you last?

Your clothes pine, abandoned

The food in the fridge counts the days

since you were here.

The milk tells the mould that never knew you

stories of who you were:

A chance

A gaggle of noise

A gush of joy.

Now the stereo lies mute

The lamp not lit since you left

The ashtray’s heart

Yearns for your return.

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