Stretch marks on the ocean
silvery, tired
trying to remember I’m vast
sparkling, a
mother
fucker
more than, enough
can’t be contained, tamed
in a single glass
wine? whiskey? why?
I yearn somedays,
mostly Sundays
afternoons
for self-absorbed
oblivion
a sweat-beaded bottle might provide
those sweet lies
politician in a suit
sneakers and no tie
Modern. Woman.
leaning in
hi!
time to change
time’s are changing
it’s like
holding on to a boyfriend cause
he looks good from behind
only realise
that metaphor
means
he’s long gone
in my mind
can’t win
with an exit-man
start again
if you can
find enough
water in the ocean
to stretch across
exhaustion
make a new thing
never stop
aching
Photo: Claire Doble
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