‘There are genuine reflections
in what you forget was said’
But being bored I pick up photo albums,
stop after two pages and smoke half a cigarette,
take my bracelets off to type better
and rest my head on the edge of the desk.
I flick for texts I forgot to answer,
listen to lyrics that make me vaguely sick,
flick the kettle switch
and while I section strip an apple
make a glitter-ball stage for sentence stress.
