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Where am I?

Who are you?

No-one's here

Menses move

Thought I —

Prickling hair —

Tombs are wombs and

Wombs are tombs but

No-one's there

I wait for you to lay me down

And move my arms and legs around

I guess it’s silly that I want to spend my years

Watching your eyelids darken and the hair grow in your ears

You’re right, there’s just no place for us

Leidensgefährte bound and trussed

And I know

You love me less with every new book on your shelf

But I am

Getting my hopes up that you’re lying to yourself

I wait for you to lay me down

And push my lips and teeth around

I’m wondering what kind of scrummy mummy I would make

Watch you with

One eye on Netflix while you’re coming in my face

You’re right, the world is full to burst

You’re right, to live is to be cursed

A couple’s squabble echoes through our empty home

I guess I’m

Blessed to still be bleeding on our sofa all alone

Fingers crossed

Nothing’s lost

We’re insured

There’ll be cures

I’ve no choice:

You’re the voice

At the end

Of the world

It’s dawn and all our friends have left

I’m listening to your wheezing chest

You’re fond of saying you ain’t with me for your health

And I love you to pieces but you’re lying to yourself

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