I've dreamt and felt alive
but never in this life,
skin's so full of hives
and ever since you died,
I realized,
living before was not reality
but another dream
of feel-good fantasies
I could get lost in.
Unresolved is the conflict
since I first left Eden.
The fog builds up
on the car's windows
& the aircon
is so unsettling.
Wires are crossed lines
I hear on the radio
and promises me freedom.
My first ever client today
as a support worker
has it worse,
and her hopes are little budgies
that are kept in the yard
and in a cage
which she's captivated by
when she goes out for a cigarette
and decides to light up three.