Spring came with a strawberry in the mouth but on reflection what I really needed was a tow truck.

I’m angry

and it feels fucking good.

these letters have started tasting like alphabet spaghetti

but they say that’s part of the process.

I would offer to pick your faces up off the pavement

but I’ve decided to stop being unconditionally kind

because if it weren’t for Peggy

I’d be dead

and you’d be practising a speech about fictitious love

in a toothpaste stained mirror.

Spring came with a strawberry in the mouth

but on reflection what I really needed was a tow truck.

the truth is,

I got so good at ignoring the engine light

I didn’t even notice I’d broken down

and though I never did have a clear idea of adulthood,

I’m pretty sure this isn’t it because I’ve got too many books and not enough shoes.

I said I’d meet Mary Ventura at the Ninth Kingdom but

we are now approaching Chelmsford

and I’m getting off.

Time is moving with or without us

so don’t waste it pleading sense from the senseless.

Calvino wrote:

‘It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear’

so I guess the story is yours,

if you want it.