sold two guitars, dust

turns greasy when your kitchen is open-plan

hard to wipe off

 

counted calories on a whiteboard

with a marker on a string

considered inverse correlations

 

watered the plants

of my neighbours downstairs

they're by the sea

 

tidied up because someone

might come over

and floated naked through

the spotless living room

 

read that twilight can be civil

nautical and astronomical

and heard a man say

if you dive head first it will

kill you even from the second floor

 

told mum it'll be alright

over the phone

two wars away

had twelve missed calls

 

wrote a poem on a napkin

and watched the ink bloom

like penicillin

 

felt the joy and beauty of the lake

and mum, I meant it

thirteen now