the places we gohe wrote to me:the places we go
that he sits in the gutter and he looks up at my window and he is there and he is not and we're okay and we are
not.
he wrote to me:
your silence is not enough. and i think your feet caught the dust as you walked away. and i think my mouth was filled with dust as you walked away. and i couldn't say wait and i
let you down again and. you just walked away.
he wrote to me:
learn the meaning of wait. and tell it to me. sometimes the flies belong in the kitchen and sometimes i
secrets1. dear mum,secrets
you secretly want her faults so you can have something to say you were like her, you have
something of hers. only you don't.
2. dear mum,
i think her faults skipped you and went straight to me. i like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts and collect pasts only to stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
3. dear mum,
its the silences in between that makes me think of her. and i think of her everyday
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