these days I find myself typing poems faster than I can think
there’s an art to it being five minutes early but still apologising for being late
a glitch like turning on a kettle with no water in it just to watch it rattle a lag
amidst the chaos your dog moves like a lazy shark between the second-hand furniture
last week I covered the clock in the kitchen with a tea towel so that I could concentrate
today you said ‘I mean I miss my work friends but not as much as my actual friends’
I watch you end a zoom call with the only valid excuse (having another zoom call)
it’s easy to forget how dangerous a dog is until they’re biting a minor celebrity
this is the first year I can properly point to evidence of the seasons changing
maybe this glass of water by your bedside is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
I’m a bit of a boomer in not trusting the government
but I love all the purple rinse in Extinction Rebellion
some people go years of their lives without anything bad happening to them
which if you think about it is a very bourgeois metric of success
I hate the way I look with a beard but feel this strange power in letting things pass
without expending any energy to change them a form of control maybe?
in the afternoon light my silhouette turns out to be just a shadow (a pretty boring one)
to have always said the right thing you must think about the past a lot less
to have absolute trust in what will happen next I imagine
being held guiltlessly in the grip of a benevolent present moment
there’s this grass that’s grown so long we lose your dog in it
he rustles his way through like a very meagre tornado
before pissing on a tree just as it is coming into bloom