Tennis ball heart
At the tip of your nose
The end of your throat
Swallowed by things which aren’t meant to mean anything
Ineffectual
Dismissive
In-between all of it
The edge of hot-water bottle giggles
Film credits
The smell of breakfast
Swallowed by you
Jonah in his own mouth
Warm, alone
A little suffocated
aware of the sound of running water
Does the divine exist in this redness?
I will feel so glad to go
Will I feel so glad to go?

Not everything I write is about you
14
Or 15 when I saw you first
Blue coated in winter
Or autumn
And I thought
He's really something
(I wrote it down 4 times, each with a different syllable)
And then January came and I was born
Almost everything I write is about you

Wrap me up
You always do
Soap and smoke and I'm always happy and sorry 
I’ll sleep in, and wake early and he's there 
Dog with no sick in his fur
He listens and listens 
It's all raindrops and July when it's warm 
Shocked by your biology and your fear and your jealousy 
Americana boy
Wrap me up forever

Why are you going to the USA?
To you, not me
Blue moons, baby on the table 
Hold my hands in the cafe 
I'll wait for ever
I don't know what's right, I don't know what the translations are 
They'll knock on my door and fill up my heart
Blue moons, baby on the table
Chocolate pudding at the sink 
Yellow dancing, sun light in the windows 
Honey I'm home and I'll smile 
But I'll smile anyway

Who knows where the time goes
Nina nina nina
Your fickle friends are leaving
Nearly home to go to work
Pick up my white trainers
Pain killers
Say good morning to mama

Fear and love
Written down but written down
Written over months
A novel.

Why honey?
Why my lovely?
Why my sun my galaxy
A big fat juicy star
Look at that!
Isn't it beautiful

Fireworks night
Writing reading is loving
Big costs soft hats baby doll
You have it all
You got it all