Do not ask me if I’m lonely
I will not know how to answer.
Mum said I came out her womb
screaming like I was wounded
until I was put in her arms.
Do not ask me if I'm lonely.
I get mad at time,
because it can’t give me any more of my childhood.
all I can taste are the spaces,
sore between my broken teeth.
I see old lovers under falling snow
in yellow summer dresses
looking like a warmer place to escape to.
its amazing what we keep in our brains,
some we want, some we don’t want.
This is the darkest room inside me
I walk in, turn on the night
And watch what disappears.