This living alone business
does not come easy to me
with my history of being a
partner –
a shoddy past of
indiscretions best left in a
rank pit of narcissism –
As
days sag in line –
no air to
blow into my half-inflated
frail baubles of recalls –
as
time crops all lives –
being
here is a delicate thing –
A
recent account of lies plays
loud –
I shut down
[I’ll talk
myself to death] –
Sunlight
is a rare friend & missed in
Sussex –
I’d do well abroad