Sunday, October 28, 2012

your flatmates light themselves on fire
from the toaster,
and despite your immaculate grooming
you give in and do the same.

bottles for africa. the last weeks are a haze
of bodies and introductions
shaking hands and quaking legs.

feeling isolated but knowing progress happens
without thought.

'falling asleep;
drinking my thoughts'

she liked that one and come to think of it:

so do you.

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