twenty-three hours ago bleeds to

twenty-four it’s effortless & i’m losing this


imagine me my own midlands doppelgänger

employing the bright white of a mobile inbox

to navigate every darkened bathroom


swarthy life in the oak leaves past

these blinds & it’s only pointless video

to accompany the tradesmen


caught out referencing real people you

retreat into the more inert visuals

though slightly trembling & roiling

the leaves might be aroused, full of intent


possibly nothing will ever stand up now

after a subtle shade of lipstick & corner of

floral dress, eleven hours post-impress