Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I have a list of your faults
I recite daily
hour by hour
minute by minute

I am determined

or so I say

I lost two stone
in two months
If I go anywhere
I do not walk,
I run.

I do not sleep.

Today I was sick at work
and it was whilst on my knees
before the toilet bowl
that I thought
"how romantic, this disliking of you"
and I listed of your faults

your crooked nose
you talk too loud
you are surely far too stubborn

The anger rises still
perhaps won't stop
until I have your word

Give me a word of unlonging
I'm dying here.

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