just as he was undressing in my room
late that night…
Tom lingered a while, his eyes still transfixed by the dark water. He wasn’t sure he could go any nearer. He felt his hand clench on the thin wooden fence that stood between him and the steep decline to the lake, and the clouds obscured the sun. He wondered how many men he had killed that day.
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at wake we sat cross-legged, picking
prawns from marie rose sauce the way we used
to do with worms from soil as boys
Google insomnia, anxiety game, faith(less) cure – is it
possible to suit illness?
At least the sheets are cold.
When sleeping I’m awake
I have goals, things to achieve
I am a success soon
I am so heavy with wine and speaking
of joy like it is something to be bought.