I have this one poem that took me three whole years to write. I started it as a note on my phone, when I was waiting, drunk and maudlin, for the last train to take me back to Didcot. For the next few years, every time I felt especially low, I’d open up the file […]
poetry
Nemesis
When I make cups of tea, You won’t get a teabag to yourself. You will get my leftover teabag, So your tea will contain almost no caffeine, Because I will have taken it And I will intentionally over brew Your second hand tea, So that it is dark And unpleasantly tannin-y Seeing you wince after […]
Sentences
Once I get it it’s strange as I imagine this is what being hypnotised might feel like. This cold weather makes it worse. Of course. I am glad I came. I told you before This would be the route we were going to be taking. I surprise myself when I talk about stuff and remember […]