Sunday 19 March 2023

Back again

Back again to say goodbye

to pantomimes I’d called my life.

I’d faked it well; I’d faked it sweet.

I’d had the girls and taken treats.


Indeed, it’s changed; I’m more alone.

I’ve all the reasons, now, to doubt.

And yet my spine feels strong as stone

and yet I’m light as cloud.


Perhaps it’s how the soul atones

and how we work shit out. 






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