I woke up this morning
to see how your hangover wraps your face
in the creases of a sleeping headache,
last night's cigarettes still traces on your fingertips
curled around my waist.

You fell asleep last night
pressing a smile against my skin
that left me feeling tipsy,
like the beers you drank
before you called me,
to ask to bring you home.

Darling,
I have grand adventures planned.
worlds away, lives away
from what we had in mind.
you and I, now there is a thought.

Darling,
So do I, you say.
and your first grand adventure breaks my heart
through the computer screen
more casually than I could’ve thought.

scrub it off
cut it out
**** it up
make it count
let it go

scrub you off
cut you out
******* up
make you count
let you go

scrub me off
cut me out
**** me up
make me count.
Let me go.

There will always be
flour on the bench and
today I've got banana everywhere along
with the chocolate chips
which tumbled from the sides of the measuring spoon
and bounced along the floor.

But once I've sat down covered in
butter and floury hair
and the smell of the cake
is tangible,
its worth the mess
i make to see
friends jostling for
a piece.

just to sit in scalding water is not enough
to wash
  human days  off your skin

scrub through the dirt, the worry, the love
scrub until blood reminds you
we are more than organised paper and ink blots.

My friends and I got drunk tonight
it feels like there are fire alarms going off in my head
but it doesn't matter because tomorrow there are bacon sandwiches
******* bacon.

Taking a seat near the door,
Curiosity sits politely through a church service
not to scoff or sneer, but to observe
Faith.

With a nod, a smile and a reassuring touch,
Faith walks quietly through the congregation,
but never quite reaches
those sitting politely,
in the last pew.