I hate everything, Forever.

        (Everything, dear, includes you)

I want none of it, never.

Give me a room without files

and a page without numbers.

Maybe the computer screen’s

glow wouldn’t be so harsh,

in the morning haze.

I kissed
the rim of morning,
hoping
I wasn't just your shot of
espresso...

There was a time when your lips were painted
bright red-

but this was not when you had painted
me goodbye in the car-park, and somehow
left me grey,

as your little red Volkswagen
rolled softly away.