Bitemarks and bruises
I’ve the bloody knees to prove it
you said once or twice
that I lied – I never lied
and they could never
put me back together
not at all. I got closer
to the bottom, to the end
and it took me twenty years
to find myself a friend
in attic rooms and on CD cases
I once or twice considered
cigarettes or cocaine
a minute or two away
my city on the centre of a map
and it isn’t what I wanted –
not at all


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