I don’t think I can use the word hate, but I don’t like you very much. You have the power to create worlds but choose not to intervene where it matters most. You breathe the wind of life into our bodies but cast us aside like aborted foetuses when we cry to our death....

I saw him again today. Typical to a summer afternoon, it was cloudy threatening rainfall, the grey skies fulfilled their promise to us so did you you said you’d come and see me. Everything is so comfortable between us we’ve established a routine You come You drive I ride I come Stripped conversations sometimes...

I am clingy. I am verbose. I am impressionable in your presence. I see you and I see the life I could live outside the molds of what is supposed to be You make me not believe in age or birthdays in the most beautiful way Help me see that lofts and bicycle rides...