Pockets of joy and unburdened silliness
But now I sit in a chilled bath
Wishing away hot tears
Lonely as ever with my heart's love in the room next door
I can contain all this, but would prefer it be a day
Not so commercially wrapped up in enforced gratitude, platitudes
Peace and goodwill
My chest aches
No hunger to be sated
But sickness is heavy on me
May a morning of box shredding
Bring lighter winds to carry me through