It matters now, it didn't then,
forgotten when, when was?

Strangling in the tangle of a
subconsciously violent wrangle with myself,
and choking on the hold it has on me,

'it'll all come out in the wash'
or the forensics team will find the residue
arresting you
attesting to
the fact that your washing skill is not
the only thing you ****,

jeez
am I normal?
Norman who plays chess at Brick Lane
says,
as normal as I am
and that worries me.