Home

I needed a home

so I put you in it.

I put me in it. Scientific

like an argument

about climate

change. It’s the apocalypse,

dummy! Small rescue

boat: no nuclear warhead,

nothing to see here.

But no peace

at any price

neither.

Being entwined

is such a weird animal!

Sniffing about the place, always

peeing in the same cupboard.

I’ve told you how many

times not to

but look you’ve told me

not to –

look my

pointing my gun

again.

And now the dinner that is

burning. And the earth that is

warming. And apocalypse.

And.

Listen to the ice breaking

are you there. Listen

to the world beneath our feet

duck duck bear.

Are you there.

Carrying around heartache

like a second baby

I will check myself

into the nearest

equanimity clinic,

sail out at the first available

promise. Need

a complete detox,

molecular fix,

to understand life

how to possibly

live in it / break it

to my daughter.

 

Photograph © Jessica Mulley

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