in between sentences I repeat words
whisper what was just said
and still I can stir the curry on the hob
and still the birds will sing
tomorrow the Hoodie Crows will think its Christmas
while I a benevolent parent will not look for thanks

I must admit
female poets hold more of my attention

and it has been thus since my conception
I never was confused-

-as to where my nature looked for fulfilment
and then it all turned around, spinning

I  found everything
in the single-

-just like I did as a teenager
listening to all that heartbreak

reaching number one
in the pop charts

they sung my feelings so well
I pretty much now have got over them

i remember when the people i know
became the people i knew. it started in high school,
kids i’d grown up with dropping off the face of the planet before anything could hold them here; like they were hoping to die
early enough that we could all pretend they’d never been here at all.
we all wanted to erase ourselves. sometimes
i get jealous of the people who succeeded.