down
a sunny street
i walk
down a sunny street
and i’m struck by the memory
of a childhood shame
another childhood shame
i’m
drenched in relief
that the heatwave’s ending
i couldn’t keep pretending
to be enjoying myself
you think
i’m a throwback
but the noughties look good
to a sixties soundtrack
you should try it some time
i am like
a hammer
you can see where i have come from
but you are like an apple
i can’t see where you end or begin
i return
home late
and turn on the lights
the room just about remembers
to compose itself
i wake
to find i’ve disappeared
i wake to find i’ve disappeared
to be replaced by a sad young man
to be replaced by a sad young man
i wake to find i’ve disappeared
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