11

like two skinny legs without any knees month 11 wanders in and takes me by surprise


we drink dry prosecco and feast on deep fried oysters, waking hot to the sound of milo dining on rat in the hallway


parts of my life become rubble and i clamber through the mess searching for anything from which to rebuild


there is a desire to let go. to empty drawers and fill bags. to make space for the wind to inhabit