Ruby - Hello Poetry

Ruby Nov 2024

I will bring the flowers
You bring the shovel.
Let us justify our genders in the response towards death.
You use your arms
and
I will use my tears.
I will receive help
but
you may not.
I think you should go back to work
tomorrow.
But I will stay.
I think you will be okay.

I was inspired by the two separate ways genders are pressured to grieve.

Ruby Nov 2024

A disturbing place to chat

I write this on the toilet.
My partner stands there patiently chatting to me about his day as I melt into the disturbingly warm plastic of the seat.
It's my own toilet thankfully.
Not some grimey public one where the ***** lay in the shadows of the man-made whirlpool.
I am kidding; there are no *****. Scientists state.
This is a communal area for lost hair bobbles, bleach and the drowsy words of my partner's mouth as we commute here in the late hours of the night.
I like my toilet.

#toilets

Ruby Oct 2024

Advert

The appreciation of others lives is interrupted by an advert.
Their online presence which plays like a sequence of a dream
A constant flow of images and words. A film of poetry.

I think. What if everything was interrupted by an advert? A non-stop of unnecessary and unwanted reminders to snap out of whatever we focus and rely on to get us through our day.

It's hurtful. I want to live through the videos of beautiful people , I don't want to be prevented from being comforted by capitalistic crap.

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