Do you remember when the bunnies jumped over each other in the crescent?
Soft plump bodies catapulting in the air, dancing with each other around and around.
The black of midnight contrasting the beams of light, highlighting the grass circle.
An acrobatic stage surrounded by buildings,
with no observers and the only sound the silence of sleepers.

We sat there, two soft plump girls, and giggled at their freedom.
Laughter boomed behind us making their joy so much sweeter.
Observations of small animals in their freedom found endearing,
rather than evoking a sense of control.
You, out there with the wind in your fur.
Us, in here, where the heat is stifling.

He wants me to be a matchstick,
burning all of his negative desires into a pile of ash

Sometimes I’d eat of out of my lovers hand and sometimes I’d spit in it.
A rainbow of colours entices me but also reminds me of the spew into the bathroom toilet

Trying to love you when you don’t love me is like drinking acid
It burns my tongue and coats my throat and brings tears to my eyes
Nothing I do or say or where I can go will stop the burn of unreturned care
Nothing you do or say or where you can go will stop me from downing another bottle

Who I have become
A maker, A sturdy do-er
Calm and confident and kind

I get up from the ground, gravel rocks falling from dented skin
And offer you the flower I found on the ground

Suzy homemaker with scars on her hands and arms
With old cookbooks and rocks in her pocket

As long as I judge my fellow man
And fear his path
I’ll find myself waking up one day wearing his image